Chapter Thirty Motivations Become Clear
In her room, Quinn opened her laptop and pulled up Joel's iCloud. She hesitated momentarily, debating even looking at the texts. It was all starting to get boring for her. She was just done and wanted to serve the divorce papers so she could begin the process of separating from Joel and moving on with Tenn.
Joel had burnt every bridge possible in the marriage, and the fact that he wasn’t aware of just how badly he had fucked up was really starting to bug her. She wanted him to realize he was screwed now. With a sigh, she remembered she had to keep collecting evidence and scrolled up to the previous day before bowling.
It would be best if you stayed home tonight.
No, I was invited, and I'm going. Tenn said he was going for six; when will you get there?
Around seven.
Her friends will be there, and so will your husband. If you’re gonna insist on coming, you have to act naturally.
I have to be Quinn's husband tonight. If you couldn't handle a picture, how are you supposed to handle it in person?
Quinn rolled her eyes. “Have to be Quinn’s husband…” Such bullshit, he hadn’t been her husband for at least four months.
I'll be fine and on my best behaviour.
If you fuck up my life Viki, I won't stop until I've destroyed you.
I love you too.
Quinn had to stop reading for a minute. Was there something wrong with this woman? Was she so blinded by love for Joel that the fact he was threatening to destroy her wasn’t met with some semblance of self-preservation? What was his hold on her? He wasn’t that great in bed or that great of a partner.
You're a liar.
Anorexic? Really?
I can't believe you
Fucking prick!
Stop walking away from me! I want to know why you lied!
Because my wife's health is none of your damn concern! You wanted to know why I wouldn't leave her, and I told you. It's not my fault you thought relapse meant drugs.
You didn't fucking correct me though!
Quinn had to agree with Viki at this point. He could have corrected her, but he didn’t. Of course, he didn’t because stepping out on your coke-addicted wife was a lot more reasonable than stepping out on your anorexic wife.
I was protecting her!
“Bullshit,” Quinn murmured.
Protecting her from what?
YOU! Your craziness can be fucking hot, but I wasn't going to give you ammunition to hurt her!
If I hear you say one word to her about her weight, I'll post every video we've ever taken to social media, and all your family and friends will know how much you like to call me Daddy and act like a spoiled teenage brat whose father needs to punish her.
I'm putting you on do not disturb. Fucking behave yourself.
Quinn's stomach rolled in disgust. Not because of the Daddy/Daughter thing, which was pretty standard even if it wasn't her thing, but because of his threats to put the videos up of them to keep her quiet. She was also a little pissed. Joel was very vanilla in their sex life. Quinn enjoyed exploring things and tried to spice things up in the bedroom by bringing toys, blindfolds, restraints, and books for ideas. He had shot them all down except the tiny purple vibrator, which he used on her clit to get her off. He had used it so much that she had to throw it out because she was becoming desensitized to all other sensations.
At this point, Viki was obviously getting drunker, and her texts were her going in circles, calling him a liar and a coward. Many variations of the word “fuck” were used, and eventually, it just became incomprehensible. Quinn quickly scrolled through them until she got to this afternoon. She guessed Viki had gone through the texts she sent Joel, and, when he never messaged to see how she was doing, she realized she made a big mistake.
I'm sorry.
You fucking should be.
I told you to stay home if you couldn't handle seeing me with her.
I didn't think you'd act like a loving husband like that; I was upset! Why aren't you that way with me?
I am a loving husband. She's my wife, and I love her. Just because I'm not in love with her doesn't mean I don't love her as a person and friend.
I don't act that way with you because you are the mistress, and we were in public with my wife, her brother, and her friends, including your husband.
And if that's how you regularly treat your husband, then I'm really glad it's not me, and I feel sorry for Tenn; he fucking deserves better.
Quinn raised her eyebrows in surprise. Joel wasn’t happy with the way Viki treated Tenn. She didn’t believe it was because he felt sorry for him but because he was afraid Tenn was going to pull the plug on his marriage, which would take away a significant amount of Joel’s leverage over Viki.
Tenn deserves what he gets.
But I deserve to be treated better than you treated me last night.
Should I have bent you over the couch and fucked you in front of everyone? Would that have made you happy? Shown them what a greedy little slut you are for how I treat you?
Don't be an ass.
Maybe
You said you loved me! NOT HER!
I do love you. I love fucking you. I love how you let me do whatever I want to you and beg me for more. I can do things with you, my little slut, that I could never do with Quinn because she is my wife, not a little whore who stepped outside her marriage at the first opportunity she was given.
Why are you staying with her if I'm so much better than your wife? And don't give me the whole relapse thing; Tenn told me she has a great support system now.
And with that text, Quinn came to the conclusion that Viki was delusional. She might be right that Joel loves her, but she didn’t see that he loved her for what she allowed him to do. He had no respect for her and actually looked down on her for cheating on her husband, which was insanely hypocritical of him, considering he was cheating on his wife.
I'm part of that support system.
I keep telling you that whores and sluts don't become girlfriends and wives. I will never leave Quinn, and even if I did, I wouldn't make anything official between us. You will always be my little slut who gets railed in the ass at a seedy motel because, deep down, you know that's all you deserve.
I'm done. Just stay away from me.
Sure, Viki. See you in the airplane bathroom.
Quinn sighed and took the screenshots, sending them to Tenn and Deedee. Then she got a shower at the highest temperature she could stand. While the water pounded down on her shoulders and back, she thought over everything she had read.
She had been with Joel for ten years and had never, not once, gotten any indication that he was into what he was doing with Viki, and she came to the conclusion that her husband was, at best, an asshole and, at worst, a sadist with a Madonna/whore complex. She now believed he had cheated on her for their whole relationship and was pretty sure the only reason it hadn't affected things before Viki was because he hadn't found someone willing to put up with the way he treated them for very long.
When Quinn got out of the shower, she dried off, put on her favourite, most comfortable pyjamas, and climbed into bed, feeling stomach sick. She made a mental checklist of everything she would have to do with her new knowledge of her husband's extramarital activities. She saw her phone blinking and checked it to find a text from Tenn.
What the fuck did I just read?
Quinn smiled sadly; Tenn had just learned a lot about his wife, too, and she felt horrible that she was the one who had to tell him.
I know. I just got the hottest shower I could stand, scrubbed until it hurt, and I still don't feel clean.
Is he abusing her?
It's more like he's degrading her, and she's really into it.
Jesus, no wonder the sex was shit.
Right? I thought Joel was vanilla and boring. I’m both glad I don’t have to deal with it and irritated that he was so shitty in bed with me.
It was his attitude when they had sex that made Quinn believe he had a Madonna/Whore Complex. He was vanilla to the point that she had believed he was a virgin when they met for a long time.
I don't know if I should feel bad for her or get her evaluated.
She has severe daddy issues.
Yeah, her father isn't in the picture; I was never told why, just that he left when she was thirteen. She and her mom are super close, though, and there's nothing abusive about their relationship; it's very loving and sweet.
All I can say is that Joel seemed to have found his perfect sidepiece until she decided she wanted an upgrade. I'm ninety percent sure he's cheated on me throughout our relationship.
I'm so sorry, Flac?r?; you deserve so much better.
So do you.
I'm going to have to be tested for STIs, and that's not humiliating at all.
You and me both. Tomorrow? We can go to Planned Parenthood together before we get groceries.
Why not? Alright, I'm going to see about getting an appointment online for tomorrow and then go to bed. See you in the morning.
Looking forward to it.
Me too. ??