Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Her smile dropped as I spun on my heels and stormed into the office. Shutting the door, I locked it and placed my hand on my chest and fought to drag in air.
Oh my God. He was having an affair. Trey was cheating on me.
My mind spun as everything fell into place. The late dinners at work Trey supposedly had with his father. Trey avoiding me when I asked who his new receptionist was. The way he stopped touching me…even kissing me…around the same time Margie came to work for him.
Sliding down the door, I buried my face in my hands and cried.
The memory of Trey talking to me right before the accident popped into my head.
“Harmony, there’s something I’ve been needing to talk to you about.”
Lifting my face out of my hands, I looked through the glass window. “He was about to tell me. He was about to tell me he was sleeping with her.”
Standing up, I unlocked the door as I got a grip on my emotions. Walking forward, I stopped and looked at the pictures he had on his desk. One was of all of us in Florida. Picking up the picture frame, I ran my finger over Trey’s face as my heart broke a little bit more. Setting the picture down, I sat in the chair. I pulled out drawers, searching through them as if I knew what I was looking for. When I got to the bottom right drawer, it was locked.
Chewing on my lower lip, I tried to think where Trey would keep the key. Opening the middle drawer, I reached under the drawer and felt a key taped to the underside.
Pulling it off, I looked at it. My heart began beating faster as my hands shook. Squatting, I placed the key in the drawer and unlocked it. Slowly opening it, I let out a gasp as my hand slammed to my mouth and I fell backward.
“Dear God…Trey…Why?”
Turning my eyes away from the contents of the drawer, I fought like hell not to cry. I would never shed another tear over him. Not. One. Tear.
The door to the office opened. Staying on the floor, I waited to hear who it was.
“Um…Harmony? Are you okay?”
The sound of her voice made my skin crawl instantly. Inhaling a deep breath, I slowly stood up. Margie stood barely in the office. Dan was walking up behind her and smiled when he saw me.
“How long were you sleeping with my husband, Margie?”
Dan immediately stopped behind Margie.
Margie let out a nervous giggle. “W-what are you talking about, Harmony? Trey and I were not having an affair.”
Narrowing my eyes, I tilted my head. “Are you sure you want to stick with that answer?”
Dan cleared his throat. “Margie, Harmony’s been under a lot of stress, it’s probably best if you leave.”
Tossing my head back, I laughed. “I wonder, Margie. Did he fuck you on the desk? Maybe up against the wall like he did me.”
Dan stepped around Margie. “Harmony, now, honey, I know you’ve been—”
Margie glared at me. Oh. Margie didn’t like me bringing up how I let my own husband fuck me in his office.
“Margie? You want to change your answer?”
Swallowing hard, she looked away.
Bending over, I grabbed a handful of shit out of the drawer and threw it onto the desk.
“Answer me! Were you having an affair with my husband, because I know for a fact we didn’t use condoms and he has never used a vibrator on me here in his office. Nor do my panties have your fucking initials on them!”
Margie kept looking in the other direction. Glancing down, I saw our wedding picture and my mouth dropped open. Picking it up, I looked at how happy we were. Taking a closer look, I noticed Trey’s eyes didn’t look happy at all. They looked sad. His smile forced.
Letting a small sob pass through my lips, I pressed them together harder.
“Harmony, let’s you and I go through Trey’s belongings and we can talk.”
Looking directly at Margie, my voice cracked as I talked. “The least you could do is tell me the truth. You owe me that.”
Margie turned and when her eyes caught mine, I knew she didn’t have to utter a word. They had been having an affair.
Letting out a gruff laugh, I threw the picture as hard as I could at her. But I never was good at throwing things, and it hit the door nowhere near Margie. It did scare the hell out of her, because she let out a scream.
“I hope you enjoyed yourself while you fucked my husband with pictures of his wife and son surrounding you. Did that make you feel good, Margie?”
Grabbing the picture of the three of us, I threw it onto the floor and stepped on it as Dan rushed over to me.