My husband got a thing for his young, fresh–faced secretary the second I got pregnant.
Chapter 1
My husband got a thing for his young, fresh- faced secretary the second I got pregnant.
New Year’s Eve, and Mark, my husband, was “ringing in the New Year” in some private room
with his little red–dress–wearing secretary.
When I burst in on them, the secretary, this girl
Lily, tilted back her pale neck, which was
covered in bright red hickeys.
“Oh, hi, Mrs. Bennett! Don’t get the wrong idea!
The New Year’s coming, and I’m just helping
Mark get rid of the bad vibes and bring in good
luck.”
Mark, all annoyed at being interrupted, griped,
“You’re pregnant and can’t satisfy me. I’m a
normal guy, gotta get my needs met. Lily’s just
being a good sport, helping a bro out.”
I was seven months pregnant, and this whole
scene sent me into premature labor.
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Lily just smirked and said I was trying to make
Mark look bad by peeing myself.
Mark, embarrassed by my “scene,” locked me
in the bathroom.
He spent three days and nights partying with
his secretary before he decided my punishment
was over.
But later, when he saw my flat stomach, he
went completely ballistic.
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New Year’s Eve, and Mark Bennett was out with
his crew, celebrating the start of the year. I was
at home, pregnant and trying to keep my feet
from swelling up like water balloons.
Around sundown, I got a text from Mark with an
address.
“Babe, got a surprise for you.”
I waddled my seven–month pregnant butt over
to some club to pick him up, expecting to find him maybe a bit drunk but mostly just missing
- me.
Instead, I got a face full of smoke, flashing
lights, and a scene straight out of a trashy
movie.
Mark’s secretary, Lily, was sitting on his lap,
eyes glazed over, ears all red, looking all
innocent but not quite.
Mark’s hand, veins popping out, was gripped
tightly around her waist, and Lily’s red dress
was hiked up past her hips, her shoulders bare.
The dress. It was this one–of–a–kind thing a
tailor friend of my mom’s had made for my
wedding.
And now, here it was, on this girl, all for a
cheap thrill.
Lily’s bare waist, the white skin, it was like a
slap in the face.
“Oh, Mark, baby… easy…”
“You little tease. Five times a day, and you’re
acting like you’re shy?”
They were all over each other, like nobody was
watching, and Mark’s friends, they were all
there, with their own girls, watching this whole
thing play out.
I guess I knew who sent that text.
One of his buddies, a guy named Jake,
chuckled
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chuckled.
“Damn, Mrs. Bennett, that outfit is hot! No
wonder Mark ditched you to come here, New Year’s Eve and all.”
Mark squeezed Lily’s waist, took a breath, and smiled.
“You marry for brains, you get the hottie on the side. You know? Some positions, Shawna is just too tight, gotta find someone who’s a little
looser, if you know what I mean. I know what’s what, though.”
“And Shawna, well, she’s all swollen like a
blimp now, always a mess. You look at her, and
your stomach turns. Lily here, though, well she’s a smoke show.”
Lily, she circled her finger on Mark’s chest, all pouty.
“Mark, don’t say that! You make me sound… bad. I’m a good girl.”
“Yeah, yeah, my good girl, Happy New Year!” Mark pulled out a diamond necklace from his
pocket, a real expensive one and slipped it inside Lily’s dress. She giggled and giggled.
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Jake joked.
“Dude, aren’t you afraid your wife will find out
and divorce you?”
Mark just shrugged.
“So what if she does? She’s obsessed with me
and got my kid in her. Where’s she gonna go?”
Then came more of their gross make–out
noises.
“Mark is the man!”
I felt sick to my stomach. I pushed the door
open, face white with anger.
My entrance killed the party vibe.
Mark immediately grabbed a jacket from the couch, throwing it over Lily’s shoulders.
I wanted to scream, hands clenching into fists. “Why? Is she not okay showing her shoulder in public after she’s been riding you like a pony?” “Don’t be rude, she’s a sensitive girl.”
Lily, tucked behind him, shot me a nasty look.
“Mrs. Bennett, we’re just celebrating the New
Year! Out with the old, in with the new, you
know? You gotta understand.”
Mark’s friends did that awkward thing, trying to
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make it better, gesturing for me to give Mark a
break.
“Mrs. Bennett, we were just playing Truth or Dare, things got a little wild, you know how it is.
We’ll take a shot, make it up to you, okay?”
