I clenched my hands into fists and leaned against the wall. It was clear now that I wasn’t imagining things. Jenny was fucking around on me. Did I want to hear any more of it? No. I wanted to bust in there and beat Michael’s ass. But I forced myself to remain calm and listen.
When I did confront this, I wanted all the information. She would undoubtably play the victim and try to spin it all back on me.
“Are we going down that road again?” she asked, obviously irritated with him.
“Well why not?” Michael asked. “You told me you were leaving him. Is the baby really even mine?”
My stomach lurched. I alternated between anger and disbelief. Michael was definitely getting his ass kicked. And Jenny…what a fucking lying whore.
“How many times do we have to have this conversation?” she asked. At least she was a bitch to him too.
“I just find it hard to believe that you have put Cory off that long,” Michael said.
Put me off? Was he serious? Perhaps he should know that I fucked her that very morning.
Okay, well not that morning, but within the last few days. That was a lie too. It had been many days. I was a damn fool not to have suspected something sooner.
“For the last time,” Jennifer said. “I conceived that weekend that you and I were in Houston.”
I looked at the baby book and the candy I was holding. For a second, I felt foolish standing there with them. Then anger overtook me again. Should I confront them? Or should I just leave? Just tell her to fuck off without explanation when she got home? Then I remembered the baby. How long ago was she in Houston? Had we been intimate before she left? When she got home? I felt unable to move. Trapped.
“You said you were going to leave him,” Michael said.
“I can’t right now. He just lost his best friend. He needs me.” She said this as if trying to sound caring. Like she could pull that off.
“Then when?” he demanded.
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