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"Well, I'm not staying with him that's for sure. I, well I told him you had an accident and that I was spending the weekend with you. I have a cabin rented. I wanted us to have a romantic holiday… I trailed off before the tears started again. Grams jumped up and grabbed my shoulders.

"Don't. Don't give them anymore of your tears. I'm so glad you're here, and glad you have somewhere to go. You've earned some time to lick your wounds in private - not that I think he would call me, but you have a solid alibi in this old lady. Now let me know what else you need from me. I know some spots in the desert where you can hide a body..." I gave a watery laugh before letting Grams pull me in for another long hug.

"You'll get through this Isla, and you'll come out the other end like a phoenix caught on fire. Burn them to the ground on your way out."

I spent the next few hours with Grams and her group of elderly heathens before heading up to the cabin. Mr. Oliver, Grams’ current beau, was a retired judge. He advised me to do some research while I was away this weekend, gathering as muchevidence as I could against Jonathan.

Knowledge was power, my weapon would be his receipts. I hadn't even thought of that, how much of our family funds had he spent on her? We had a shared bank account that was separate from the account that held my inheritance, money from my father’s life insurance policy.

I used part of the money from my father to open the bakery, much to Jonathan's chagrin. He had wanted to use that money towards opening his own firm, or to get a vacation house. Our shared account was for the mortgage and household bills plus we had a savings account started for our future children.

Another unwelcome sob ripped through me. So much of my plans were now dissipating like smoke. At the same time, I knew I was lucky we didn't have kids yet, there was enough collateral damage from this mess. I left the facility with renewed vigor and anger. I made a list in my head of all the things I needed to look at and prepare for my appointment with the lawyer tomorrow.

I knew Jonathan wasn't going to let this go easily, his pride wouldn't tolerate a breakup that he didn't initiate. I spent most of the drive thinking over every red flag I had ignored, dismissed or excused throughout our relationship. By the time I pulled into the rental, I had worked myself up into a good lather again. I was filled with anger, at him, at Alyssa, but mostly at myself.

I prided myself on being a smart, capable woman and I was ashamed as I realized all the ways I had given up my power to Jonathan these last few years. How much he had taken from me, in small increments over time. Nothing would be the same, but change was needed, change was good.

Jonathan must have wanted change as well to start a relationship outside our marriage; now was the time to see how much change he could handle. He was no longer in control, not of me. I was taking back my life, and no one was going to stand in my way.

Chapter 5

Alyssa

I sat at my family's modest Thanksgiving table, half listening to the conversations around me. Last night with Jonathan was wild, and it made leaving in the morning much harder. I hated how I had to skulk away in the predawn hours like a shameful secret. Thankfully Isla wasn't here, this was one of the few holidays they spent with Jonathan's parents. I'm pretty sure the whole thing is catered, and his parents have a full staff in house.

Meanwhile, my mom and aunt slave away every year and Wes and I are stuck with the dishes. Isla loves to cook and, on the holidays she did celebrate with us, she was over early helping in the kitchen. She’s always been such a suck up. The familiar burn of rage washed through me at the mere mention of Isla, even in my own internal monologue. I closed my eyes, forcing my thoughts back to Jonathan.

I thought back to last night and felt my cheeks heating as I remembered our exhausting activities. My reverie was broken by the vibration of my phone. I opened the calculator vault app and typed in the pin code to access our private messages and photos. My heart rate sped up as I saw a new message from Jonathan.

Isla's gone for the weekend. Be here after 11pm. Get ready to take care of me all weekend like the good little slut you are. Don't bother with clothes.

I tried to hold back the grin on my face. I wanted to do a littlehappy dance in my chair knowing we had the whole weekend together. I wonder what she was up to. Everyone in the family was there. I looked up and tried to make eye contact with my Aunt Laurel, but she was back in the kitchen again, it felt like I hadn't spoken to her all night. Must just be holiday stress. I quickly typed back under the table.

Are you sure? I haven't heard anything. Where is she going to be?

Are you questioning me? She's with that old biddy. Now stop talking about my wife and remember your place. I own you.

I was filled with conflicting emotions after the last message. I hated when he talked about Isla, especially when he called her his wife. It was just a reminder of one more thing Isla had that I didn't. At the same time, I couldn't help the dark thrill running through me at Jonathan's bossy texts. I started planning in my head, I had visited a high-end sex shop earlier in the month. I had planned on saving my new toys to surprise Jonathan with for Christmas, but I wasn't sure I would get another full weekend with him.

Usually, we went to a hotel for a night under the premise of crashing after a late business meeting. Two whole days of Jonathan all to myself and in Isla's house? I couldn't wait. I hated that I only got scraps of borrowed time. As much as Jonathan wants me, I would never come before Isla. I needed to start taking control of the situation, Jonathan was mine and I was tired of sharing him.

My whole body flushed hot as I thought about the naughty lingerie, thick leather cuffs and brand-new flogger I had purchased. Seems like this weekend would be the best time to try them out. Not to mention the drugsI had gotten from one of my sketchy neighbors Snake or Sniper, who knows. He was a phony badass who was always trying to shoot his shot with me.

His latest proposition involved the latest batch of E he got in.He was always bragging about how it made sex so much hotter - the lowlife idiot gave them to me for free thinking I would use them with him. No, I would be using it with Jonathan for our special holiday weekend. I would also use the extra time in the house to finally get some cameras up.

If Jonathan ever got cold feet and tried to leave me, I needed something to threaten him with. We wouldn't want to scar his poor, precious Isla with photos of him fucking me in their bed. The idea of Jonathan ending things with me was putting a damper on my mood and there was no time for that. This weekend was ours, I would get to play lady of the house, and I would make sure there wasn't an inch of that place where Jonathan could go without thinking of me.

Jonathan

Close to Midnight on Thanksgiving, Alyssa finally showed up at our back door. I opened it to find her dressed in a long trench coat and the sky-high red stilettos I had gotten her for her birthday. She sauntered in, carrying a small duffel bag and headed for the staircase. Once there, she untied her coat and looked back over her shoulder with a sultry smile. Slowly, teasingly, she let the coat drop on the floor, revealing a black mesh bodysuit that covered up just enough of her curvy body to drive me wild with anticipation.

"Why don't you pour some drinks while I freshen up in the bedroom. I want to make sure everything is perfect for tonight."

She leaned over and kissed my cheek, dragging her hand down my chest and giving my cock a teasing caress. My heart rate sped up as I watched her hips sway as she disappeared up the staircase. I went to the bar and pulled out two classes. I filled mine with bourbon and hers with vodka soda.

I took my time mixing her drink and took a leisurely sip from mine before I made my way upstairs and opened the door tothe master bedroom. Alyssa was sitting with her back against the headboard, her legs splayed open, and an array of new items surrounded her.

On the nightstand there were multiple bottles next to two small pills. As I got closer, I noticed leather cuffs now extended from the head and footboards of the bed, with a vibrator and flogger laid out at her feet.

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