Page 24 of Drowning in Lies

David just laughed and told him to quit worrying."I've been fucking other women for years, and Lila has never suspected a thing.I'm telling you, the woman is fucking clueless. She thinks I walk on water, bro."

I snorted at the irony of that claim. "You drowned David, so apparently youdon'twalk on water after all," I muttered under my breath. Sherry was sitting close enough to hear me, and she snickered and bumped me with her shoulder.

We continued to watch as they discussed the Vegas odds on a big fight that was coming up, and David informed Scott he had "50G" riding on it.

"He bet $50,000 on an MMA fight?" Sherry asked incredulously. "Un-fucking-believable!"

David went on to tell Scott how he had me convinced I was going crazy, recounting how he'd given me sleeping pills again and I'd woken up on the floor in the guest room. I remembered that morning. I'd been so disoriented, and it had taken me several moments to figure out I was in the guest room.I had remembered going to bed the night before but had zero recollection beyond that.

We took a quick break before watching the rest.I desperately need some caffeine and Tylenol to help with the tension headache that was starting to form.I went to the kitchen and grabbed a Diet Pepsi, then popped a couple of Tylenol from the travel-sized bottle I kept in my purse.I returned to the dining room with my drink and took my seat again.

"Ready for more?" Chris asked.

Chapter 13: Lies Unraveled

I nodded and pressed 'play' on the next video. It was the one Mike had mentioned, where they talked briefly about their mom. It had come up after David complained about the cost of the medical bills from my hospitalization and therapy visits.

They had also gone over more invoices, and Scott said they would need to find a way to get access to more money. David reminded him that the trust fund and my investment portfolio were harder to access, as they required authentication codes in addition to passwords. He mentioned that he had a plan to get me to sign over one of the rental properties courtesy of his sleeping pills, and he would then mortgage it. Scott talked it through with him to work out the details, and assured David that he could falsify the mortgage documents for him again.

I showed up in the next video. Scott and David were talking about their condo mortgage plan, and Scott was complaining that the company he worked for had a new policy requiring that a secondary employee must be present at all mortgage signings, as they'd been sued by someone who claimed another broker had misled them on the terms of the contract they'd signed. David stopped midsentence and glanced out the window toward the driveway. He'd cursed and told Scott I was home early. They hurriedly put away the paperwork they'd been going over and were casually chatting about one of their cousins getting married by the time I had walked into the room. David had feigned surprise that I was home and had greeted me with his usual hug and quick kiss on the lips. I'd grabbed my laptop cord from my worktable, quickly explained that I'd forgotten it that morning and needed it to charge my laptop for an afternoon meeting, then dashed back out. David had watched the window, presumably to see me drive away again, then told Scott it was OK to talk again.

Scott had commented that I had looked particularly hot that day."Shit, man, did youseeher ass in that skirt? I'd hit that."David had just laughed.

"No way, asshole. Lila wouldn't look twice at you or any other man. She would never think of cheating on me. It's not in her nature. She's just too damned sweet."

Scott had scoffed at that. "Too bad she can't say the same about you. Hey, the next time you give her sleeping pills, call me. I read somewhere that some people even have sex in their sleep on that shit. I'll take care of her for you since you're busy with Vanessa."

"Not happening, bro. Vanessa's a good fuck, but nobody compares to my wife in bed. I'm not giving that up. My sweet little Lila is wild, the best I've ever had by far,"David had bragged.

"Then why are you fucking around with other women if your sexy-ass wife is such a great lay? That's just greedy, man,"Scott asked.

David had just shrugged."Lila's not always around, or in the mood. Besides, even if you have filet mignon every night, you still want a greasy burger once in a while."

Scott had hooted with laughter."So, Vanessa is your greasy burger?"David had laughed hard at that one.

"Not greasy maybe, but she sure was a fucking mess when I got done with her last night. Let me shoot cum all over her face. Here, look".

David had tapped on his phone and turned it to show Scott."What the fuck, man? I don't want to look at your jizz. She does have nice tits, though."

They went back to their mortgage fraud discussion, and David suggested having Vanessa pose as me. Scott had told him they would have to get her a fake ID since it has to be shown and told David he could get one for her. Before he left, he gave David a baggie of coke that he'd requested.

By the time that video ended, my skin was crawling, and I felt like I needed a hot shower and a gallon of bleach.

Most of the remaining videos were more of the same. Scott and David went over more fake invoices, discussed gambling and gaslighting me, shared disgusting stories about their sex lives, and often included Scott leaving David with a baggie of powder or pills.

The last three videos were shot while I was in Chicago caring for my mother, based on the date stamps and comments that were made. One of them featured David and Vanessa discussing falsifying expense reports followed by David fucking Vanessa over his desk. I looked away and James thoughtfully reached over and fast-forwarded through that part for me.

Another was recorded early in the morning, three days before my mother died, according to the date and time stamp. It showed David wearing nothing but a pair of sleep pants walking into the office, followed by Vanessa wearingmygoddamned robe and carrying a mug of coffee.

They sat down and he got on his laptop to show her something, mentioning diverting funds from some account at work.Vanessa made a suggestion about getting more money the next time, but David cautioned her not to be greedy.

"Randall isn't as stupid as my wife, and we don't want him catching on that anything is wrong."Vanessa had complained that David had referred to me as his wife, and he had kissed her and apologized.

She pouted, then asked him when he was going to divorce me. He pulled up something else on his laptop, then showed it to her."Look at this bank statement, baby. This is all for you."She squealed and threw her arms around his neck, dropping enthusiastic kisses all over his face. He had laughed.

"I told you, baby. That's why I stay with the bitch, so I can take care of my girl in style. I can't divorce her yet, you just need to be patient."

Vanessa had pouted again, and then gave a wicked smile."Fine, but you need to take me back upstairs and fuck me in her bed again, so I can imagine her smelling my perfume on the sheets when she gets home."David had just laughed and swooped her up in his arms to carry her out of the room.

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