Prologue

When life changes, never to be the same again!

W alking through the front door, I hang my j acket on the coat hook, slide my feet out of my shoes and walk into the kitchen, placing my purse on the counter. That's when I look around for Brent. He's home from work as his vehicle is parked outside of the house in his usual place in the driveway.

Not seeing him anywhere downstairs, I climb the stairs and head to the bedroom, where I'm sure Brent will take a shower in the en-suite.

What I don't expect to hear is grunting and a woman's voice crying ‘Harder babe,' and that has me pausing a moment because this is something I thought would never happen to us, to me.

Slowly pushing the door open with the tips of my fingers, I lean on the doorframe, watching who I thought was the love of my life fucking another woman in my bed. Well, she's fucking him as he's laid on his back, and she's riding his dick for all she's worth.

"Come on, give it to me," Brent tells the bitch, and believe me, she speeds up a little more.

"Oh, ah, yeah." I'm mesmerized by the show I have to admit. It's like watching a bad porn movie, but it's breaking my heart as it's happening.

Thankfully, I still have my phone in my pants pocket, so I take it out and start recording, because I'm going to need this for my lawyer, I'm sure.

The sad thing while watching this is the way they are looking into each other's eyes. He's holding her hips, helping lift her up and down. The look on both of their faces tells me this isn't a first-time incident. This has been happening for quite a while. There is just such a familiarity between them I cannot dispute what I'm witnessing.

The sound of skin slapping, panting, moans, and sighs is nailing the end of our relationship, but I continue to wait for the climax. Getting all the proof I'll need for the imminent divorce.

As they both reach their orgasms, I wait a few seconds, then clap slowly, but perversely enjoy the way they both jump away from each other with the shock of being caught.

The woman I faintly recognize. She works as a bartender at one of the bars we've frequented when we've been out for drinks. Well, I think that's it! She knows who he is to me, and me to him, but doesn't care that she's ruining someone's marriage.

"Get the fuck out of my bed. I'll have to burn it now that you've had your dirty skank ass in it. I know who you are, and you know he's mine or was mine. But you don't care about anyone else but yourself. When karma bites your ass, know you did this to yourself, now GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" ending with a bellow, because if she doesn't get the fuck out now, I'm going to hit her.

"Fuck, Suzie. It's not what it looks like," Brent states, as he's getting off the bed and walking toward me.

Now, he's naked. Got another woman's juices on his dick, and probably on his hands and lips. So, hey, shoot me when I react as I do next.

"Touch me with that skank's smell on you, and I'll punch your cock so hard you'll be pissing through your mouth."

"Suzie, come on, calm down."

"Calm down? Oh, Brent, I'm only just warming up. You get the hell out of my house now." I point at the bitch and step toward her as she's trying to get dressed. "Lady, you don't have time to get dressed because I'm gonna beat your ass black and blue unless you leave ten seconds ago." She doesn't say a word, just has this smug look on her face, which makes me think this was planned.

Grabbing her clothes as I get nearer to her, she rushes out of the bedroom, and I turn to Brent. "You have an hour to collect what you need for now and get the fuck out of the house. You can get the rest of your stuff later."

"Now come on Suzie. It's the first time and the last. I'm not leaving you or the house."

"Yeah, you are." Not waiting for him to try anything, I make a call to my boss, who is a security specialist. Does all the fighting stuff like judo, jujitsu, and more, and I know he'll have my back.

"Noah, any chance you can come to my place and evict Brent?"

"Why? What's going on?"

"I just caught him fucking some skank in my bed." I'm trying hard to stay calm and not cry or break down. That can happen later.

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"You now have fifteen minutes before Noah arrives, so if I were you, I'd move it. Put some clothes on because no one wants to look at your cock," I snarl.

After some foul words and struggling like a bitch, Noah gets Brent outside, but he'd had to grab him and throw him out the front door. Noah tosses the bag Brent had packed for himself outside next to his vehicle and slams the vehicle door. He walks over to me and wraps his arms around me, giving me a well-needed hug.

"Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah. Thankfully, we've only been together for three years. It could have been worse, and he can't touch the house or anything because you told me to get him to sign that type of prenup that if the relationship didn't work out, he'd leave with what he came with. Which was nothing."

"I'm not sure he's going to go away easily, Suzie," Noah states, guiding me inside and closing the door behind us.

"Probably not." I sigh.