Chapter 9
Jack
When I saw it was Rachel’s phone number, I answered the call.
Rachel: Where are you Jack? Roxy called John and told him that you came home from work in the morning, packed a suitcase and then left.
Jack: Things are rocky with me and Roxy right now. I volunteered for a project in New York. I need time to clear my head and figure out what I am going to do. I am deeply regretting getting married right now.
Rachel: What happened Jack? What has got you so concerned and upset.
Jack: I was given the day off yesterday and when I got home at just after 9am Roxy was gone. I stewed in our house all day wondering where the hell she was. I got really upset when she finally got home just after 4pm. Where the hell had she been for 7 hours?
Jack: When I confronted her about it asking where she had been, she became defensive and defiant. Screaming that if I was accusing her of something I could just go fuck myself. She never did answer the question.
Rachel: It sounds like she is having an affair and I think I know who it is. (Said in a hushed tone)
Jack: What are you saying? Who might it be?
Rachel: I saw something at your wedding and I tried to find you to stop the wedding. But it was already in progress when I came into the church.
Jack: What is it? What did you see?
Rachel: I’m so sorry Jack. I saw my husband fucking Roxy in the brides dressing room.
Jack: Son of a bitch. I wonder how long that slug has been banging my girl. I knew he was not done getting over on me. But I never expected him to stoop this low.
Rachel: Look Jack, I have known for a long time that I made a monumental mistake when I let John seduce me when we were 18. There have been hundreds of times that I have punished myself that I ended up marrying the wrong brother.
Jack: Wow, I had no idea you felt that way.
Rachel: I still do every day. But now I want to do something about it. I have an idea of how we could get revenge on our cheating spouses.
Over the next ten minutes Roxy told me of a plan that could slap both John and Roxy in the face. She told me that she would follow Roxy for the next two weeks to see what evidence she might be able to collect.
Rachel told me to go ahead and fuck any woman who comes onto me over the next two weeks. “After that, you are going to be all mine,” she told me.
I am heartsick when I get off the phone with Rachel. How could have Roxy done this to me…to us? It doesn’t surprise me that my brother could stoop this low.
But how could Roxy fuck John in her dressing room and then she fucked me like a wildcat after our reception? How could she do that? How could anyone who was in love do that to their partner?
I slept fitfully that night. But the next morning I met the woman who would share my bed for the next ten days. Her name was Anya. She was born in Russia but raised in America. She received her citizenship in America as a young teen. Like me, she is an electrical engineer.
We spent everyday working together and every night fucking like mating animals. She told me she was getting even with her cheating husband. I told her I was doing the same thing to my cheating wife.