Someone was coming down. That someone… was not alone.
The light, feminine, heartfelt laugh preceded the pair’s appearance, so Michelle was already reeling back when Ed and Katja saw her. They both froze, both stared. The hands they held together squeezed each other tighter. Ed being Ed, he didn’t look smug, or even annoyed. He just looked… regretful. Mournful.
Kat… well, Kat smiled. “Misha. We thought that you would be… putting in overtime.” She glanced at a nearby clock very pointedly. “As you have been so often recently.”
Michelle, one hundred percent, had completely forgotten about what was supposed to be happening between Kat and her husband–maybe… definitely… because she’d forced herself to–but she was given a real good fucking reminder now that she was seeing the wife of her lover in nothing but lacy red panties, the sun-kissed skin of her high and proud tits flushed to a delicate rose, and her golden locks jutting every which way; him with his still-engorged penis poking out of the hole in his boxers… glistening…
Michelle slowly shook her head. “We… it’s done…” The next bit burst out of her before she could stop herself, and she locked eyes with Ed in disbelief, snarling the words through gritted teeth. “The two of you have been fucking?” Donning the crown of the biggest hypocrite ever born, Michelle Lawrence felt a deep anger and deeper hurt at seeing the man she loved with another woman. That the other woman was her own erstwhile bedmate was just a rotten cherry on top.
Ed’s jaw only clenched, but Katja made up for his reticence. The sleek, glowing vision of perfection wrapped her arms around his waist tightly and pressed her bare chest to his sweaty pecs. As his arm unhesitatingly went around her back, she propped her chin on his shoulder and stared up at him in gushing, honest adoration. “Oh yes. For three weeks.” The blonde’s blue eyes danced and her grin was a beam of sunlight. “Only three weeks, and I was able to bring out the absolutely phenomenal lover in Edward.”
Katja sighed and nuzzled her cheek on Ed’s hard chest, then looked back at Michelle, whose mouth was working without producing a sound. “I have to ask, Misha, how long do you think it will take you to bring out the halfway decent husband in Dominik? The halfway decent human, even?” She smirked. “Perhaps… just a bit more than three weeks? I will honestly be interested to find out, because I’ve had years with no luck.”
Michelle had heard about life flashing by all at once, and had always thought it was just something novelists and screenwriters used for effect. Not true. In that one, crystalline instant, memory-after-memory ran riot in her mind in an inferno that threatened to consumer her.
Ed driving her frantically to the hospital on their second date when she’d slipped and broken her leg. Ed staying with her, a woman practically a stranger, all night. Ed taxiing her around after for months. Her not being able to hold her tears when they made love for the first time and he called her gorgeous. Ed proposing. Ed vowing to be her true love forever. Their immaculate, transcendent honeymoon. Them driving the architect mad with their micromanaging as they built their home. The miscarriage, her finding out she could never have children, and Ed saving her from despair…
On and on. A lifetime of bliss that she had bafflingly, cruelly, eagerly thrown in the trash… and that Katja had plucked back out. Seeing them together, there was no doubt what they were to each other, and right then and there Michelle lost the battle with that aforementioned gorge, emptying her stomach all over the hardwood floor she had picked out herself years before.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, the dissolving woman forced her eyes up to the… couple just in time to see Katja take Ed’s face in her hands for a long, loving kiss.
“Oh fuck.” Michelle found that her stomach wasn’t completely empty. It was almost comical that the expletive was the last thing she uttered, but not the last thing out of her mouth, before she turned tail and ran from her home like it was on fire while trying not to slip on the disgusting pile of her shame, but no one was laughing.
Just like no one was telling her to come back.