He'd taken his laptop away with him, of course.
Under his most recently viewed files, she had found a special
compartment within a folder of their honeymoon pictures. There were
hundreds - no, thousands - of pictures of various actresses and
models, sometimes nude. But the last few were selfies of an
unrecognizable blonde in lacy lingerie. The comparatively poor
photo quality made it clear that he had not found the photo
online.
She had not expected to find this computer
still logged into all of his accounts. Clearly, he had been lulled
into a sense of security by her overly trusting nature. Blood
pumping with adrenaline, she quickly opened his Facebook and
skimmed through his chats. It didn't take her long to find Sophia
White: young, busty waitress by day and homewrecker by
night.
Bitch.
Furious and desperate, she began reading.
Desperate to find evidence, but continuing to hope that it didn't
exist. The messages spanned back three years. For two hours, Liz
scrolled through his chat history with Ms. Blondie, pausing
occasionally to reread certain passages that she wanted to burn
into her memory. The ones that hurt her the most.
Michael Brown: So... when's the next
time I'll see you?
Sophia White: haha well that depends
on how fast u can get away from ur wife
Michael Brown: Can't wait. You
always know how to show me a good time. I just don't feel that
excitement with Elizabeth. She's just... there. Not dressing up,
not putting on makeup. No chase, no conquest involved. Frankly, I
find her disgusting now.
Sophia White: don't think about her.
think about what i'm gonna do to u next time.
Sophia White: let's play a game.
i'll be somewhere in the hilton at 5 pm this friday, and u try to
find me ;)
Last Friday. Last Friday was the anniversary
dinner that Michael had shown up late to, because his boss had him
work 'overtime'.
It's no small wonder that the asshole has no
libido. He's sleeping with this whore, she fumed to herself
now, staring at her SilentMeet profile.
Liz closed her eyes and pushed the memories out
of her mind. Ever since last week, she was aware of a cold block of
ice growing in her chest that slid her between a place of silent
hatred and a place of implacable fury. She could barely concentrate
at work, constantly planning what she would do when Michael got
back. They had no kids to think of, and nothing was stopping her
from filing for divorce. But Liz was waiting on a promotion at work
that was due within the next year, and the extra money would make
hiring a lawyer that much easier.
Well if he's sleeping around, I
consider that permission for me to do the same until
then.
She skimmed over her profile page.
Username :
SweetStranger
Tagline : Seeking an
arrangement with no strings attached.
Age : 36
Location : Chicago,
IL
Height : 5'
4"
Weight : 140
Body Type :
Average
Status :
Married
What turns me on: Sex.
Lots of it.
What I am looking for: A
faithful husband. Oh wait...
Liz minimized the window and pushed her chair
back and twisted her torso around until she heard the satisfying crack . Yawning, she walked downstairs to the kitchen and
poured herself a cup of coffee and glanced at the clock. One hour
till Michael came home from his trip, unless he decided to take a
little detour. She was doubtful that any SilentMeet affair of hers
would come to fruition, but at least it would keep her mind off of
Michael and his side slut. She threw her hair into a bun and sat
back down at her desk. Unable to quell her curiosity, she opened
the SilentMeet tab and refreshed the page.
You have [1] new instant
message!
Anonymous: Your profile is
amusing.
SweetStranger: Glad you think
so.
Anonymous is typing...
Liz frowned. What kind of ID was "Anonymous"?
She clicked on his username, which brought her to his
profile.
Username :
Anonymous
Tagline : Mrs. to Ms. just
for me?
Age : 24
Location : Chicago,
IL
Height : 5'
11"
Weight : 160
Body Type :
Fit
Status :
Single
What turns me on: BDSM
Under his most recently viewed files, she had found a special
compartment within a folder of their honeymoon pictures. There were
hundreds - no, thousands - of pictures of various actresses and
models, sometimes nude. But the last few were selfies of an
unrecognizable blonde in lacy lingerie. The comparatively poor
photo quality made it clear that he had not found the photo
online.
She had not expected to find this computer
still logged into all of his accounts. Clearly, he had been lulled
into a sense of security by her overly trusting nature. Blood
pumping with adrenaline, she quickly opened his Facebook and
skimmed through his chats. It didn't take her long to find Sophia
White: young, busty waitress by day and homewrecker by
night.
Bitch.
Furious and desperate, she began reading.
Desperate to find evidence, but continuing to hope that it didn't
exist. The messages spanned back three years. For two hours, Liz
scrolled through his chat history with Ms. Blondie, pausing
occasionally to reread certain passages that she wanted to burn
into her memory. The ones that hurt her the most.
Michael Brown: So... when's the next
time I'll see you?
Sophia White: haha well that depends
on how fast u can get away from ur wife
Michael Brown: Can't wait. You
always know how to show me a good time. I just don't feel that
excitement with Elizabeth. She's just... there. Not dressing up,
not putting on makeup. No chase, no conquest involved. Frankly, I
find her disgusting now.
Sophia White: don't think about her.
think about what i'm gonna do to u next time.
Sophia White: let's play a game.
i'll be somewhere in the hilton at 5 pm this friday, and u try to
find me ;)
Last Friday. Last Friday was the anniversary
dinner that Michael had shown up late to, because his boss had him
work 'overtime'.
It's no small wonder that the asshole has no
libido. He's sleeping with this whore, she fumed to herself
now, staring at her SilentMeet profile.
Liz closed her eyes and pushed the memories out
of her mind. Ever since last week, she was aware of a cold block of
ice growing in her chest that slid her between a place of silent
hatred and a place of implacable fury. She could barely concentrate
at work, constantly planning what she would do when Michael got
back. They had no kids to think of, and nothing was stopping her
from filing for divorce. But Liz was waiting on a promotion at work
that was due within the next year, and the extra money would make
hiring a lawyer that much easier.
Well if he's sleeping around, I
consider that permission for me to do the same until
then.
She skimmed over her profile page.
Username :
SweetStranger
Tagline : Seeking an
arrangement with no strings attached.
Age : 36
Location : Chicago,
IL
Height : 5'
4"
Weight : 140
Body Type :
Average
Status :
Married
What turns me on: Sex.
Lots of it.
What I am looking for: A
faithful husband. Oh wait...
Liz minimized the window and pushed her chair
back and twisted her torso around until she heard the satisfying crack . Yawning, she walked downstairs to the kitchen and
poured herself a cup of coffee and glanced at the clock. One hour
till Michael came home from his trip, unless he decided to take a
little detour. She was doubtful that any SilentMeet affair of hers
would come to fruition, but at least it would keep her mind off of
Michael and his side slut. She threw her hair into a bun and sat
back down at her desk. Unable to quell her curiosity, she opened
the SilentMeet tab and refreshed the page.
You have [1] new instant
message!
Anonymous: Your profile is
amusing.
SweetStranger: Glad you think
so.
Anonymous is typing...
Liz frowned. What kind of ID was "Anonymous"?
She clicked on his username, which brought her to his
profile.
Username :
Anonymous
Tagline : Mrs. to Ms. just
for me?
Age : 24
Location : Chicago,
IL
Height : 5'
11"
Weight : 160
Body Type :
Fit
Status :
Single
What turns me on: BDSM
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