Today was full of happiness and love, mine and Chris' bestfriends had tied the knot!

We enter the reception area looking for our names on the round tables there it was, Mr and Mrs Evans. We sit down and enjoy the evening meal before the party gets started. It was my bestfriend Ella's wedding, she was good friends with Chris and that's how we met five years ago, three years into our relationship Chris popped the question on a trip to Paris and we got married later that year. We had just celebrated two years being married and everything was going great, nothing actually changed apart from my surname.

I worked as a Victoria Secret model turned business woman dabbling in fashion and make up mainly, of course Chris was an actor. As the night got on we were mingling with the other wedding guests and downing drinks like there was no tomorrow, thankfully we don't have any children yet. We'd been trying for a couple of months but we would keep trying until next year then consider other options. My husband was dancing and singing with his bestfriend who was the groom and I sit watching, he was so god damn handsome. Dark hair with gel keeping it to the side, neat beard and a dark blue suit, blue was definitely his colour. I wore a black sparkly dress complimenting his suit with my brown hair falling just below my shoulders in a beachy wave.

We dance the night away before it was time to call it a night, the bride and groom had left to go on their honeymoon and we waited on a taxi home. After we stumbled in we took our shoes off and made some tea and toast like an old couple mainly to try and help the hangover in the morning. Chris butters the toast as I'm sat on the bed removing my make up, his phone pings twice beside me and I frown looking at the screen. It was past one oclock in the morning who was texting him at this time. I look at the text messages from 'Lauren', they'd been texting all through the night and my heart sinks when I read that she says she misses him and that she still ached from the night they spent together along with some explicit images of her breasts. My heart bangs in my chest and a wave of sickness comes over me as I run to the toilet throwing up in the bowl. I hear Chris chuckle from the bedroom as I walk back in, "Have some toast, it'll hopefully stop the sickness. Maybe we drank too much" he admits rubbing his temples. I stand at the door with tears streaming down my face, that wasn't unusual to Chris because every time I was sick, I cried. He comes over to me holding out his arms as I put my hand out to stop him, he frowns back at me.

"Who is Lauren and why does she miss you and ache from the night you both spent together. Can you explain that to me or how about explaining why is she sending you pictures of her boobs or even better. Why is she sending pictures of what I can only assume as your cum covering her boobs!!" I start off calm and the further through the sentence I begin to raise my voice. Chris turns chalk white and his face says it all, there was no denying it. I've seen the messages and photos.