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Andy

Istandin the doorwayto my bedroom, leaning against the doorjamb with my arms crossed, watching while my wife knocks down the last remaining brick holding our marriageup.

Not that it was sturdyanyway.

It had been crumbling foryears.

“Well, I wish I could say I’m surprised, but damn, I’m honestlynot.”

At the sound of my voice, Heather shrieks, her head jerking up from her reverse position on top of some douche with his Hummer parked inmydriveway. Ironic, since he has something else parked in what’s mine,also.

“Andy?” Heather squeals, using the sheet on the bed to cover her chest. Not that it matters. We’re married, so it’s not like she’s hiding anything I’ve never seenbefore.

I sneer and turn my head to the side, narrowing my eyes as the guy under her grunts and grips her hips. I’m not sure if he’s stupid or in denial. Is this asshole seriously going to try to continue having sex with my wife while I stand in the doorway? Did he not hear her saymyname? Or realize that she’s stoppedmoving?

“Yo!” I sayloudly.

“Andy…” Heather starts, her voice wobbly andunsure.

His head pops out from behind the back of my naked wife, and his eyeswiden.

“Not now, Heather. You.” I point to him. “Get the fuck out of my bed, tuck your dick back into your pants, and get out of my house. You can meet back up with Heather later — she won’t be staying here tonightanyway.”

“Dude. I hadno—”

“Bullshit. You had no idea? There’s a picture of us on our anniversary a few years back sitting on the nightstand right there,” I say, gesturing toward thepicture.

The asshole pushes Heather off him, stands up, and I cringe when I hear him snap the condom off his dick that he was thankfully wearing. Made the moment even more awkward than it already was. Then he reaches down to the floor and grabs his boxers. Of course, he wears tight as hell short boxer briefs that practically ride up his ass. Like I didn’t already know he was a douche, he just added to it with his underwear selection. One day I’ll look back on that particular thought and probably seriously question what was going through my head when I had just caught my wife mounted up on another man, riding himbackwards.

But the truth is? I knew this was coming. This guy? He’s not her first. I know it happened at least once before, maybe twice. Or hell, I don’t know how many times. I’m not an idiot. She claims it’s my fault that we’ve grown distant. That she feels like she’s living someone else’s life. But the thing is, if people have affairs they can have excuse after excuse, but that’s all they are. Excuses. If a person is going to step out of their marriage, they’re going to use any excuse they can to do it — damn the consequences and whoever they hurt in theprocess.

Douche looks me in the eye once he’s dressed then bends down and kisses Heather on the cheek while sliding a hand around her waist; she’s wrapped only in a sheet. He smirks at me, clearly thinking he’s winning here. She has the decency to try to shy away from him, not that it matters much. I already saw everything I needed tosee.

I raise my eyebrows at him. “You think you have something special? You think you won? Haveher.”

His steps falter, and he eyes me; I’m even confused by my flippant response. He thought seeing him kiss her would bother me? Not achance.

“Andy!” Heather cries out, as if she’s hurt.Offended.

I turn and stare at her head on and take a long look at what I’m walking awayfrom.

The mother of mychildren.

The woman I pledged my life to in front of God and family andfriends.

The woman I, at one time, thought I would be spending my entire lifewith.

It’s a strangeepiphany.

To discover that your life is no longer mapped out the way you thought itwas.

“You think you’re anything to me now? You step out on our marriage any chance you get. You may not have slept with all of them, but don’t think I didn’tknow.”

She squeaks, and her lower lip starts to tremble, but I don’t letup.

“What? You thought you were sneaky about it? That you could hide your flirtations? Your text messages or Facebook messages? You think I was blind to it? Don’t you wonder why I haven’t touched you inmonths?”

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