THE END OF OUR VOWS

I don’t know how long I stood in there in the dark, watching my wife get fucked.

My wife was moaning through her teeth while a strange man was fucking her in positions she wouldn’t let me.

My vanilla wife.

He was touching her in places she wouldn’t let me.

Doing things I could only imagine doing to her.

He spanked her so hard I grimaced.

A part of me expected her to snap back to reality or push him off after that.

But instead she asked for more.

“Mmm...Yes, daddy,” she moaned, letting her head roll back in pleasure.

She was too gone; she couldn’t even notice my silhouette standing by the door, staring at her.

She was saying words she had never said while I was in her, moaning louder than I have ever heard her moan in the 7 years of our marriage.

She hated it when I used cuss words.

Said it turned her off, but yet here she was cussing.

This strange man had my wife flat on her back on our matrimonial bed, one leg on him and the other in the air.

That was it, I had seen enough.

I flicked the light switch, and the room was suddenly filled with light, causing them to scramble to cover themselves.

Vivienne looked like she had seen a ghost, trying to push the strange man off of her.

If she weren’t my wife I would’ve found this sight amusing.

“Ba..ba..baby,” she called out, stuttering.

I couldn’t even say a word; I just walked out the room door, grabbed my kids, and headed to my brother's house.

“Daddy, what’s going on?” Victoria stirred in the car.

She was the light sleeper between her and her brother.

“A surprise trip to Uncle Sterling's house, baby. Would you like that?” From the rear-view mirror, I could see her smile faintly, still sleepy.

“What about mommy?” She asked, and I gritted my teeth in response.

These kids were too young for a dysfunctional family.

“She’s going to join us later, baby,” I responded.

My younger brother, Sterling, was my safe space.

He had a way of making me comfortable enough to bare my soul to him.

“I still can’t believe it,” he said, taking a sip of the hot cocoa his wife, Stacy, had prepared for us.

“I’m telling you, man, this man was doing things to my wife I could only dream about in front of me!” If I wasn’t the victim in this story, I would have found it hilarious and laughed till the hot cocoa was running out of my nose.

Stacy settled comfortably onto my brother's lap before saying, “The kids are in bed, Alex. We’ve prepared the guest room for you, just in case you change your mind about staying.”

“Thank you, Stacy,” I replied, taking a sip of hot cocoa.

I planned to leave the kids here for about a week and take some time off to decide my next step.

I didn’t head anywhere at first; I spent a great portion of the night driving aimlessly around the city.

At the break of dawn, I checked into a hotel close to work, showered, and headed into the office.

I needed to occupy myself, and work was a welcome distraction.

The phone barely rang before my assistant answered, “Good morning, sir,” he greeted.

“If you’re not here in 5, don't bother coming in ever again,” I snapped, ending the call.

I knew I had given him the day off, but if I could make it to work, so could he.

Vivienne had tried reaching out on multiple occasions, but I kept sending her calls to voicemail.

She went looking for the kids and me at Alex’s house, but I had instructed them not to let her see the kids.

I had finally decided my next step and was making my way home to discuss it with Vivienne.

“Hey,” she greeted, opening the door for me.

She couldn’t even look me in the eye as she made way for me to enter the house.

“I hope you and your boy toy enjoyed your week,” I hissed.

I planned to be civil, but I couldn’t help it.

She looked away, her fingers tightening around the door handle. I had clearly made her uncomfortable.

Good.

“Alex,” she started, trying to close the distance between us.

I stepped back, avoiding her touch. “Don’t,” I said.

What was she trying to do?

Did she think what she did was forgivable?

Did she think a little pat on the back was going to make this okay?

“Let’s sit and talk, Alex,” she said, motioning towards the living room.

There was no need for that.

“These are divorce documents. Sign them and get them back to me,” I said, handing her a document.