Cassie stared through the window of her minivan, eyeing the house she shared with Greg. The thought of stepping back inside to clear out her belongings was more than she could bear, but she knew it had to be done. The sun had begun to rise behind the house, surrounding it with a colorful halo-like glow. It looked so inviting, the perfect home, their home, what used to be her home. Sighing, she stepped out of the van and approached the house. As requested, Greg left the key under the mat. Cassie entered the house, startled to discover she felt like an intruder in a stranger's home. It was partly true. Although it had only been a few days since all hell broke loose, it felt like a lifetime. Tears escaped her eyes, but she swiped them away. Looking around the home they had shared so many good times in, she broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. The good memories she had were buried beneath the horrifying vision of her husband shagging her sister. She lost too much. Dreams of a futur
She drove back to the farm to unload and freshen up before leaving for the office. On the drive, Cassie mulled over the events of the past weekend. When she left for work on Friday, she had no idea her life would be turned upside down that very evening. Her marriage was over, but there was nothing she could do about it, so the only alternative was to push it to the back of her mind and move forward. Trying not to think about it would be a challenge, but she refused to spend her life being sad and bitter. Life was too short. It helped knowing she got a few digs in this morning. She smiled defiantly. If Greg and Sara were happy together, there was no way in hell Cassie would play the role of the beat-down, broken-hearted wife. She had way too much pride for that, but there was no reason why she shouldn't demonstrate her fury in a glorious act of vengeance. In situations like this, revenge should simply be expected. Cassie arrived at the office just after eleven in the morning. S
Randy knocked before opening the door to the first office on the left. Bursting with anticipation, her bubble deflated when she saw what reclined behind the desk of the pristine office. They must have worked all weekend to clean it, but the amazing office transformation was forgotten as soon as Cassie's eyes beheld the new guy. It took everything she had to disguise her disappointment. He didn't look like the kind of guy one would expect to ride a motorbike. He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't by any means hot. He was ordinary, nerdy. His freshly cut, wavy, light brown hair framed his clean-shaven face, and a lock of hair that had somehow escaped its otherwise flawless arrangement draped lazily across his forehead. As he stood, Cassie scanned his profile. He was maybe 5'8" with a medium build, piercing blue eyes, and black-rimmed glasses. Smoothing his hands down his body to straighten his clothes, he looked awkward, nervous, but it was only momentary and quickly replaced with a confident
Surveillance sounded exciting, but sitting in your vehicle, for hours on end, waiting for your target to make a move was anything but exciting. It sucked. Cassie sat in her van across the street from the Schmidts' house, bored as ass, for only a couple of hours, but the time dragged at a snail's pace. She watched Chase come home for lunch and then leave. She watched as Tricia rolled out the garbage bin to the side of the road. She watched as Tricia pulled the weeds from her front flower garden.Stuck in her vehicle with nothing but time, Cassie found herself thinking about her life. It had been turned upside down and dredging through memories didn't give her a single reason as to why her seemingly perfect marriage failed so epically. Around one in the afternoon Cassie's phone buzzed with a message. She didn't have to look to know that it was from Greg, but she was curious.Nice, was all it read. Growling, she tossed her phone onto the passenger seat. She was far too pissed to
By the time Cassie got home, Eryn was already in bed, so she couldn't ask when Ben would be coming home. She might be missing him. Hmmm.Then again, it could be her slutty hormones that were missing him. Exhausted, Cassie crawled over the boxes and bags of clothes that crowded her room and plopped into bed. Thoughts of her rendezvous with Ben crept into her mind. Mostly, she hoped for a repeat performance. Snuggling under the blankets, she continued to reminisce until dosing off.Cassie woke early and headed to the kitchen for coffee. She was happy to find Eryn at the table enjoying hers. "Hey, how did yesterday go?" Eryn asked."Not so great. I might have a lead, but I have no idea where it's going." Cassie didn't want to discuss her psycho vengeance antics."I was referring to your visit to the house, and you know it." Eryn glared at her, knowing Cassie was intentionally avoiding the topic."It went fine. I got everything I wanted. I just need to find time to unpack e
Tuesday morning went much the same as Monday. Cassie followed a jean-clad Tricia to the dentist and to the grocery store. Then she followed her home and waited. Just after ten, Tricia strolled out of the house wearing another sexy dress, this time red. Curiosity arched Cassie's brow. There was definitely something going on.Cassie followed her to the same pet store as yesterday, parked, and waited. Over an hour later, Tricia emerged from the store, once again, smiling and empty-handed. What the hell? Knowing Tricia would be going home to have lunch with Chase, Cassie decided she had time to check the place out. She parked in front of the pet store and went inside. The store seemed small, but the shelves were well-stocked and clean. Strolling leisurely down the aisles, her eyes scanned around for clues. An Employees Only door at the back of the store caught her eye; she had to know what or who might be behind it. She loitered around the store, for a couple of minutes, unti
A black Camaro pulled up in front of the Schmidt house around two in the afternoon, snapping Cassie out of her surveillance coma. Shrinking back in her seat, she watched as Tricia emerged from the house, dressed as the floozy alter ego, and got into the Camaro. As they pulled away from the curb, Cassie recorded the plate number. "Finally! God, I hope this is the guy." Cassie pulled out onto the street to tail them and followed the Camaro to the Green Valley Country Club, just north of the city. Since she wasn't a member, she parked in the visitor lot, snagging a spot with a decent view of the road, so she could see when the Camaro drove out. Settling in for another long wait, she whipped out her phone and texted Daniel the plate number. He texted back: I'm on it.Cassie replied: Anything else on Jenna? Not yet. Randy has me running: he replied. "Well, this sucks," she said to her puppy. They had been waiting for over an hour and the puppy was starting to squirm. Tricia
Cassie kept her watch on the Schmidt house until just before it was time to go to karate class. She took off early, so she could park at the office and walk because she didn't want to risk Tricia recognizing the van. When she arrived at the karate studio parking lot, she walked over to Eryn's truck and got inside.Eryn was dressed in black yoga pants and a pink fitted t-shirt. Her freshly curled blonde mane draped lazily down her back, and her makeup was flawless. "Don't you look lovely?" Cassie giggled. "I'm so nervous." Eryn's face flushed, and she looked nauseous."I have something to help distract you. It's in the van. You'll have to drive because I parked at the office."They pulled up to the van, and Cassie jumped out and went to retrieve her puppy. She stuffed him under her hoodie and climbed back into the truck. Curious, the little guy poked his face out through the neckline and looked around."Oh my God! He's adorable!" Eryn squealed, snatching the puppy. Snuggl