Chapter Two:

"Yeah. That's fine," I told Banjo when he held up a shirt he wanted to get.

I hated school shopping. It was just another thing that was created so parents would have to spend hundreds of dollars on things that their kids may never use.

I rubbed my eyes and checked my phone again, seeing a couple messages from various people.
However, one stuck out and it made me want to throw my phone and scream.

So, how's Michael doing? I bet he's thinking about my pussy right now.

I grit my teeth together and put my phone back in my pocket. I made a mental note to call that bitch when I got home and tell her to stop texting me.

Jordyn Hathaway was her name. After she stole Michael's phone, she had added my number to her phone and began harassing me. No matter how many times I told her to stop, she wouldn't.

I suppose I should elaborate a bit more on who Jordyn is. About two years ago, my brother was killed in a car accident and it triggered a relapse to my depression. We had just started talking again, and we had planned to have our family's meet each other when it happened. I was devastated and depressed for a long time afterwards.

I suppose when my depression had started again, I lost my sex drive with it. Michael would constantly try to initiate it, but I'd stop it before it went too far.

It had been a whole three months since my brother died when I found out what Michael did. I had received an interesting call from Jordyn herself. That night, I subtly asked Michael about it and he ended up confessing to everything.

Michael cheated on me.

For about a week I refused to talk to him. I made him sleep in the guest room, I'd get up extra early to avoid seeing him in the morning, I'd do all my work when Michael wasn't in the office. I stayed away from him every way I could.

But I knew I wouldn't be able to avoid him forever. He was still my husband and I wasn't about to tell Banjo and Oliver what their Daddy had done. So I eventually let him explain why he did it. We had made a decision to start going to therapy and try to figure out what we were going to do from there.

It didn't work for long though.

We were on better terms than we were then. But I still couldn't bring myself to trust him. He would always do these little things to show that he loved me but I'd always tell him that I wasn't just going to magically trust him.

I felt an arm snake around my shoulders. I immediately shrugged my shoulder and Michael's arm fell to his side again. I heard him sigh and cross his arms, muttering something under his breath that I couldn't hear.

Banjo and Oliver didn't notice and still sifted through the clothes. They were so clueless, which I wasn't exactly complaining about. I wouldn't want them to hate Michael because of what he did to me.

But... Sometimes I wondered if they already knew.

...

I closed the door to Michael and I's bedroom and locked it. I brought out my phone again and shakily tapped on Jordyn's contact. I listened to it ring twice before she picked up.

"Hey, prick," Jordyn said.

"Stop texting me. You're lucky I haven't reported you to the police yet," I growled sitting on the bed.

"What? Don't you want to know what Michael's said about you to me?" Jordyn said.

"Jordyn, I know the type of person you are. Because believe it or not, I used to be a young, pretty faced thing like you," I growled, beginning to grit my teeth.

"Was that before or after you tried to kill yourself?" Jordyn said, giggling her breathy little laugh into the phone.

I felt my heart beat faster as anger began to fill me. I clutched my fist and clenched my teeth, trying to come up with a witty comeback.

"You know Jordyn, Michael used you. He used you for sex, and that's it," I said.

"Yeah, but he said it was better than anything he's ever done with you," Jordyn sneered.

"Michael loves me," I said, feeling like I was trying to reassure myself more than anything.

"Right, keep telling yourself that. Now, I've got to go. Something about this conversation is making me ache for my vibrator," Jordyn said, hanging up immediately after.

I threw my phone on the bed and took deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. I hated her. I literally hated her. She ruined my marriage. She ruined my trust in Michael. She ruined everything.

I heard a knock on the door so I rubbed my eyes and unlocked it. Michael walked in, saying something about how he was taking Banjo to one of the many basketball courts in Austin to practice. However when he saw me, he stopped and stared at me.

"Are you okay?" He asked me.

"I'm fine, Michael," I said in the calmest voice I could make.

"No you're not. Your voice wouldn't be that high if you were okay. What's up?" He asked me, grabbing my hand and leading me over to our bed. I sat down and sighed, shaking my head.

"Come on, Gav. I know you don't like me all that much but you can still talk to me," Michael told me.

"I like you, Michael. I just don't trust you," I muttered.

I looked up at him, seeing his structured face. Michael gave me a small smile but I saw the hurt in his eyes.

"Jordyn won't stop texting me," I confessed.

"Tell her to stop then," Michael told me.

"I have. It doesn't work," I growled, crossing my arms.

"Give me your phone," Michael told me. I handed it to him and he started to call Jordyn.

"I'll shut her up," Michael said, getting up to talk to her.

"Whoa no. Whatever you're gonna say, you're gonna say in front of me," I told him, shoving him back down on the bed.

"What? Why? Trust me Gav, you don't want to hear what I'm gonna say," Michael told me.

"How do I know you're not just gonna make more plans to see her," I growled.

"Gavin, I wouldn't do that," Michael said, narrowing his eyes at me.

"I don't know, Michael. I wouldn't be too pleased if I walked in on Jordyn and you in our bed again," I growled.

Michael stood up and shoved my phone back towards me. He pushed past me and started towards the door. However before he left he stopped and turned around to look at me.

"You know, Gavin, you say you want to save our marriage, yet you put absolutely no effort into fixing it," Michael growled before slamming the door behind him.

I rolled my eyes and sat back down on our bed. I leaned back and put my arm over my eyes, feeling tears begin to leak out of them.

I hated this life. This was almost as bad as when I was at my worst in my depression.
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Hello! I decided to post another part since I really wanted to introduce Gavin's part. Next chapter will be in Oliver's POV.
So... Yeah, if you liked this chapter, let me know. I'd really love constructive feedback.
Thanks for reading!