CHAPTER 1-CAUGHT

Shaking my head in disbelief, I cleared my throat to get their attention. "Oh shit!" exclaimed Shane laying on top of Jessika, with her looking up thereafter.

My photo-shoot session with Lil Wayne had went faster than I expected, so I came home an hour before I told my husband the intended time to expect me, so I had just come off of work early. Never did I expect to come home to find my husband in bed with some bitch, and not just any bitch. This was the same bitch that used to torment me when we were younger. The same bitch that would follow me home from school with a group of her friends, taunting me, putting fear into my soul whenever it was time for me to walk home from school.

Fast-forward 14 years, Jessika and I had squashed our differences at the beginning of this summer, not really becoming friends, but more so cordial with each other. A month after that in July, he and I had ran into Jessika at a meet and greet with artists in the area, where we exchanged numbers to swap contacts that could get us more connections in our career paths. I became a photographer, and Jessika, an event planner. We would go on lunches and to parties, more for business than social. I don't know when or how they got in touch with each other, but that didn't matter right now. What mattered was that this bitch was lying up in my bed with my husband!

Jessika sat up in our bed with the crème coloured sheets that I just purchased two days ago, wrapped around her chest with a look of shock and fear on her face, but soon after, a smirk crept up replacing it. I wanted to slap the shit out of this bitch!

I must've looked crazy to them in that moment, because I then began to chuckle, like I was watching a comedy show.

"How did I know this was going on?" I asked, laughing out loud, more so to myself.

I noticed Shane's demeanor and attitude changing towards me a few weeks ago. I recall a time when we were playing around, wrestling in the living room, that he slipped up and said "Stop, Jessika!", but I acted like I didn't notice. I don't even think he realized what he said, because his face didn't change at all. I hate arguments and fights, so I just shrugged it off and left it alone.

"Baby, please I ju-", started Shane. Holding my hand up, I said calmly, "Nah, Shane, I'm good. You do you- or should I say, do HER, and I'll be on my way."

I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to protest, but he knew there was no point. I'm a 27-year-old Taurus; bullheaded and as stubborn as I want to be, and once I make up my mind, that was it. He got up to follow me, realizing he was still naked, and scurried to put his basketball shorts back on that were thrown on the ground, mixed up in the pile of clothes that belonged to them both. Jessika continued to sit up in the bed unsure of what to do.

I grabbed my purse, phone, and keys that I placed on the side table by the front door when I had walked in, and shut the door before he got the chance to reach me. I heard him calling my name as I walked to the driveway. I got into my Range Rover right when he opened the door and tried to run towards me. I had a habit of parking with the rear of my truck facing the garage door, which I'm glad I did, because he couldn't get to me in time. I sped off looking in my rear-view mirror, watching this fool run down the street after me, thinking Does this nut really think he can catch me?! I rolled my eyes, laughing at how dumb he looked.

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I didn't know where to go or what to do. I had been driving for a good 15 minutes before I finally decided to pull off to the side of the road and parked my car. I pulled down my visor mirror and stared at myself, wondering where it all went wrong. I know we weren't in a good place, but I didn't think he's go as far as cheating on me, and out of all people, with her!

My phone began to ring again, for the seventh or eighth time since leaving my house, and I refused to answer it, already knowing whom it was. I decided to shut my phone off completely and headed to the Hilton about 5 miles up from where I was sitting.