Chapter 6 Rachel
Rachel
My anger at Jake’s incompetence and lack of concern turned a new corner as I watched, befuddled, as he kissed my best friend, then put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her onto her knees.
As confused as I was about Jake’s insane action, I was even more so by Jules’s reaction. As my sandwich hung limp and forgotten from my hand, she seemed almost enthusiastic about the change in elevation, her hands dropping to his belt and undoing the thick leather strap.
Then the joining of the two, and the image of her mouth expertly working on him, his hand gripping her hair, hurt worse than anything I had experienced in recent years.
This wasn’t traitorous; this was cruel, and clearly not the first time it had occurred.
How long had they been together? How stupid of a wife and a friend had I been?
I’d felt neglected and ignored by my husband .
. . but this was so much worse. Today was supposed to be the turning point in my marriage.
After discovering the bathroom scene, he was supposed to search the house for me, discover my purse in the kitchen, the journal inside, filled with entries where I detailed how much I loved him and missed our connection, pages and pages where I recapped all of our best memories, to trigger those same emotions in him.
At this rate, no one would find me. At this rate, I wasn’t sure anyone would even notice I was gone.
Jules started moaning, and I muted the volume on the display.
Moaning. Honey, there wasn’t anything in those pants worth moaning about.