Betrayed

Betrayed by M Dauphin

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are definitely not cleaning themselves, but neither are we. We made a pact when we got up this morning that we wouldn’t do any work today, and so far we have stuck by this rule.
                  Molly loved the pastries that I got from the bakery as I knew she would. I love that she isn’t reserved when it comes to eating around me. Most woman I used to surround myself with would have been appalled that I brought them so many carbs, but not my Molly. She downed five of them in just a few minutes, and you better believe she had me racing to keep up just so she didn’t eat my favorite ones! I need to get a gym membership if this eating style keeps up. Not that I don’t love it, but I don’t want to become one of those out of shape husbands whose wife doesn’t find them attractive anymore. No way in hell that’s happening here.
                  After the movie was finally over it was almost dinner time. We had no plans to go out so we ordered pizza delivery and waited. We talked about non pressing issues all day. No one mentioned the Delany family, nor the wedding, nor the blanket or note. Nothing that would add any stress to our day was mentioned and it was wonderful.
                  When the knock on the door came shortly after we ordered our pizza I didn’t think anything of it. When I answered the door, however, I didn’t see anyone there. No pizza on the porch, no car in front of the house. It was a little unnerving to say the least. These mind fuck games had to stop.
                  “Who is it babe?” Molly asked as I returned to the porch. Shit.
                  “No one”
                  “What do you mean?” She looked at me with worried eyes.
                  “Nobody was at the door, Molly. There was no car, no pizza, no person.”
                  “Huh...that’s creepy.”
                  I agree. Fucking creepy. Soon after the pizza was delivered and all doors and windows in the house were locked, we were back on the couch trying to enjoy the rest of our night. I had a hard time focusing on anything else but what had just happened. I had a bad feeling about this.

26-           Rob
    What a whore. These last few days of getting to know her without having him staring at me were great. I really thought he was out of the picture. I thought he had taken himself out of her life. I was starting to actually feel something for her. Obviously nothing more than physical, Lord knows I’m not one for vanilla relationships. Hell, I knew she went to the hospital without him, I knew he had been out of her life, and all I could think about was how great it was going to be when I finally fucked her. Maybe I’d video it and send it to him. He was out of the picture, but I could still fuck with him.
    Now, seeing them on the couch all fucking day, then him answering the door like he owned the place really pissed me off. He doesn’t deserve to be happy. A man like him doesn’t deserve to be enjoying himself. I had to knock on the door. It was dangerous, but it was an easy mind fuck. One that would keep him on edge. Soon, Nate. Soon you will know what it feels like to have your world ripped away. It’ll be unfortunate for poor Ms. Ward….but sometimes there are no better options.

27-           Molly
    It’s a bad day today. Ever since the knock on the door last night I can’t help shake this feeling, and unwelcome thoughts keep running through my mind. I’m trying to stop them, but I can’t help it.
    He hates me. He hates what I did to our baby, and he hates that he’s stuck with me.
    But he did come back for me.
    But that was before he knew my body betrayed us.
    I couldn’t stop the swirling thoughts, going back and forth. He said he’s here for good. That he’s not going anywhere. He spoke the words, but now that he knows I can’t have his kids, does he mean them still? I need to

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