I took a couple more steps and picked up an orange bra that must be a double D, two sizes bigger than I wear and in a color I did not possess. An orange bra under a pale yellow shirt? Really?
I tentatively, but steadily moved closer to the door and I heard the moans coming from the other side of the door. Apparently they were much too involved… the sound of my arrival did not even phase their sexcapade in the slightest.
Opening my bedroom door, I saw more clothes trailing up to my bed, an empty wine bottle on the side table and all I could think is that it’s three o’clock in the afternoon, a bit early for wine. It took my mind a few moments to catch up before I fully comprehended the scene in front of me. A naked thin-bodied, extremely large busted peroxide blonde woman was in my bed, in our bed, riding the shit out of my husband. His head thrown back in apparent ecstasy, his eyes rolled back in his head. The bitch was fiercely slapping her body up and down against his. They had no idea I was standing there. None.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I screamed dropping the clothing I was somehow still holding in my hands to the floor.
I stared, completely dumbfounded.
Deacon practically threw the whore off the top of him in reaction to my scream and she went tumbling off the side of the bed.
Our bed.
Our desecrated bed.
Deacon yelled, “Oh my God! Olivia!”
“That’s right you asshole! It’s Olivia, your wife!” Before I even knew what I was doing I stalked over to the side of the bed where I saw the blonde bitch fall and dragged her up by her hair and bitch slapped her across the face. Deacon was standing there staring at me with his mouth open, eyes wide and a horror-shocked expression on his face. Before he could even comprehend what I was about to do I kicked him in the freaking balls as hard as I could.
“You bastard!” I shouted “How could you?”
With fury coursing through my veins I was shocked at my reaction. I’m not a violent person, had never hit anyone in my life. I was completely taken over by absolute disbelief and rage at what I was seeing. In an instant, literally the span of three minutes, my life had completely changed. I was filled with absolute agony. I didn’t deserve this.
After my inner bitch did her thing, I stalked out of the room and headed to the couch, where I had thrown my purse when I came home. During that time, Deacon somehow miraculously recovered from the blow to his crotch and started screaming my name while holding his hand over himself and chased me into the living room. I snatched up my purse and headed to the front door. Before I could reach it, Deacon reached me, grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face him.
“Olivia, wait… I can explain! It’s not what you think!”
I laughed. I have no doubt it was a super creepy clown circus kind of laugh but still I laughed in his asinine face. He is unbelievable. Of all the things he could have said to me.
“It’s not what I think? Are you KIDDING ME?! I think I just saw my husband jamming his dick into some bitch that isn’t his wife! Don’t even try to explain yourself Deacon, there is NO excuse. There is NOTHING that you can say that could make me not walk out of here right now.”
I shoved him as hard as I could and made my way to the door.
Recovering quickly, Deacon caught up to me, grabbed my arm. Hard. The real Deacon was about to make an appearance. The begging lasted all of thirty seconds. “Olivia, I said to fucking wait. You are overreacting like a damn baby. Stop being a bitch and listen to me.”
I looked at him and sneered, “Screw you Deacon.”
I ripped my arm out of his grasp knowing I would definitely have a bruise above my elbow where his fingers dug into me hard. I opened the door, ran out, and slammed it behind me …Deacon screaming my name behind me.
I started to wait for the elevator, but when I heard my apartment door open behind me, I made a dash for the stairwell door and threw myself through the threshold knowing that he wouldn’t follow me naked down the stairwell. I ran as fast as I could down two flights of stairs and then stopped, sat down on a stair and started to sob.
“Here you go Olivia. Your copies.”
I jump slightly, startled by Clive’s return.
“We will get these papers filed with the court and you can expect to get your divorce decree in the mail in about two weeks.”
Clive hands me my copies of the divorce documents in a manila envelope. Wow. My four year marriage reduced to a few papers in an envelope.
“Thank you Clive. For everything.”
“You’re welcome, Olivia, and if you stop and see Jessica on your way out, she will give you your final invoice and make sure she has your forwarding address in our system. Best of luck to you.”
I smile, give him a nod and step out of his office and walk to the reception desk to see Jessica.