Sweet Revenge_A curvy girl romance

by River Laurent

  I had just opened the door when I heard the noise. It sounded like a grunt. Like what a pig or a wild boar would make.

  I froze on the spot. My head whirled around as my ears zeroed in on the location of the sound. It took me a good few seconds to figure out where it was coming from. I found my eyes falling onto a trail of clothes on the floor, one that led straight to the bedroom.

  An idiot could have figured out the scene, but at that moment my pride simply refused to believe it. It couldn’t be. I mean, that scenario was just so cliché. That was something you saw in movies, for God’s sake.

  I put the cake down carefully on the table. It was a habit to take care of things that I paid a lot of money for. Then I followed the clothes.

  A scarf: Hmm…

  A tie: Okay. Not conclusive. Not really.

  A shirt I purchased for him a couple of Christmases ago: Well, it was summer and it was hot. Very hot. Even I was in a tank top.

  A pair of slutty leopard print thongs with while slime on the crotch string: Ugh…Oh God!

  I blinked, but to be honest I felt surprisingly calm in the face of what I was seeing. Maybe because none of it seemed real. I wasn’t meant to be back here, and some part of me felt as if I wasn’t. Like I was drifting in and watching someone else sneaking around my apartment.

  I arrived at our bedroom door and found him behind Bella, fucking her roughly, hands grabbing her skinny hips. His back was to me and neither of them could see me, but in the mirror, I could see that his face was so red and contorted it was hard to tell whether it was pleasure or pain he was experiencing. Oblivious to my presence they carried on groaning, grunting, and making guttural cries of encouragement to each other. I knew I was meant to scream and shout, or draw attention to myself and let them know I had caught them in the act, but I couldn’t so much as open my mouth.

  My fiancé, balls-deep in one of our friends, in the middle of the day, in the middle of the apartment that I paid for half for. It should have been incredible, but in fact, it made perfect sense. Now that I looked back on it, it seemed near-obvious.

  Bella, who always said, I should ditch Mark, because he was such a dork. Mark who always said, Bella was so sexless, if she was a man she would have been a eunuch. Eunuch, my ass. She was wriggling her sweat-soaked body like a damn snake in an effort to get more of him inside him. Granted there was not that much to get inside, but even so. I tilted my head slightly and looked at his dick. Thank God for small mercies. He was wearing a condom.

  I stood there for what seemed like a lifetime, blankly watching them go at it and thinking of my next move. I thought about saying something. Well, screaming something, but it seemed undignified. I would have to scream louder than their wild cries. No, I wouldn’t do that. I should let them get on it with it. I was better off without them.

  I turned and headed back out of the front door. I could still see them in the act, an image that was probably going to be burned onto my brain for the rest of my life, but that was okay. I could live with it. I’d seen worse on TV in the discovery channel.

  As I was passing through the living room, I glanced at the cake on the table and felt the sudden urge to slam my hand down on it, to send the frosting and the perfectly-defined layers squishing messily out all over the table, but I restrained myself. I picked up the cake and went back to the bedroom. They were still going at it.

  Unbelievable!

  I walked right up to Mark. The bastard never broke stride. With all my strength, I smashed the cake on his head. His reaction was freaking priceless. He was so startled, he fell forward with a girlish scream on top of Bella, trapping her underneath him. The mess was incredible. The cake didn’t just break into a few pieces, there was cake and cream everywhere. On their naked bodies, the bed, the carpet. Neither of them knew what had hit them when I turned around walked out of the bedroom. I could hear him swearing and her shouting, as I marched out of the apartment. I didn’t even bother to close the door.

  To my surprise a smile suddenly cracked out over my face. It turned into a mad little giggle, because:

  a)They looked absolutely ridiculous.

  b)There would be consequences, but for now, I was glad I broke up their sex session so spectacularly.

  c)It was my way out.

  Still laughing I was making my way back to my car when the bedroom window of our apartment was thrown open and Mark called out to me. He sounded quite desperate when he begged me to come and talk. To my disbelief and fury, he then had the nerve to shout down that it was not what I thought it was. Un-freaking-believable. I wondered how he planned to spin the fact that I had seen his dick inside her. Was I going back up there and let him lie to my face? No chance, no way. I didn’t want to see them ever again, neither of them.

  Quite frankly Bella was more than welcome to him. Let her put up with his prissy ways. Instead of feeling hurt, like I knew I should, I felt only a sense of relief. It was a weird but I felt as though a weight I’d been carrying since the day he popped the question had been lifted at last. Gratitude to universe for showing me the truth bloomed, like petals, inside my heart. Sunshine beamed through the window. I looked up at bright blue sky and it felt good.

  For the first time in years I felt liberated.

  I didn’t have to feel bad about walking away from a ‘great catch’ or defend my decision to anyone. There wasn’t a thing anyone could say. Not a damn thing. Anyway there wasn’t a person alive who could have argued that I should stick by him. Not even my mother would be able to act as if this was my fault for being too fussy, or choosy.

  I had escaped him. That fucker, that man who came so close to being my husband. I realized now it would have been a fate worse than death. The only real quality that I appreciated and valued in him was his loyalty and he had just flushed that down a toilet called Bella.

  A flash of burning fury sped thought my body as I thought of all the trouble I had taken to set up his party.

  Bastard.

  Asshole.

  Piece of shit.

  I climbed into the driver’s seat. Yes, he was a jerk, yes, I wasted a year of my life, but hey, I was free now! I was finally FREE! I clamped my hands over the wheel, and turned my head to look in his direction. He was still hanging out of the window covered in his cake and begging me to come back. The anger disappeared and a bubble of laughter burst out of my mouth. He stopped begging and stared at me with open-mouthed astonishment. Yeah, put that in your pipe and smoke it.

  I pulled out of the parking lot and left him, her, our life together behind. This was it for me. I drove around for a little while, not quite sure where precisely I was going, but without meaning to I found myself heading towards the outskirts of the city.

  Julie’s wedding. Back in Westbraith.

  I was supposed to be leaving tomorrow after work with Mark, but slight change of plan. That’s where I was headed now on my own. Only a couple of hours away, back home, and far removed from this entire mess and everything that came with it.

  All I had in the back was my purse, one packed bag for the trip, and a dry-cleaning token, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was I was free again to restart my life and this time, I was not settling for second best. Never again!

  Coming very soon…

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