Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Good morning, Lavinia.” I brush my lips over her cheek.
“You don’t say good morning to your mother?” Mom says, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I’m trying to be civil to you, Mom, but this is our house, and she’s my wife. Don’t speak to her that way. I won’t tolerate it and since when has going to the gym three to four times a week lazy?” I ask.
Mom doesn’t say anything. She just walks away like a petulant child, slamming the guest room door behind her. I shake my head and pray for the strength to get through this visit for the hundredth time.
“I’m sorry about her,” I tell her. She doesn’t even seem phased by it. She calmly finishes her coffee and puts the cup in the dishwasher before saying anything.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m used to it. It was actually pretty nice the way she said it. I’m going to be late. I’m having dinner with some friends tonight, but I made lasagna. You just have to put it in the oven at three hundred fifty degrees for at least twenty minutes. It’s fully cooked.”
“Thank you. I’ll take care of it. Have fun.”
She leaves without a backward glance.
What friends does she have besides her sisters?
Later in the afternoon, I’m walking down Main Street from the church. I’ve got to stop at the bank and drop off some donations that were left in the box at the church when I walk past the ice cream shop. In the window, I see Lavinia and Carter fucking Sutton looking awfully cozy in a booth. She’s drinking a vanilla milkshake while he’s eating a huge ice cream sundae. He must have said something funny because she bursts out laughing. She looks radiant and happy. And not because of me. I watch as she reaches over, plucks the cherry from his sundae, and pops it into her mouth. Her pouty lips wrap around the bulb while she holds the stem outside her mouth. My dick jumps in my pants. I see Carter’s eyes widen, and it takes everything in me not to burst into Sweet Delights and fuck him up. I force myself to continue down the sidewalk, away from whatever the fuck that is unfolding in there. I’m sure it’s nothing. She wouldn’t conduct herself like that in public. Would she? It kills me that I don’t even know that.
Every time I see these two together, which is all the fucking time, she always looks like that. I want her to look at me like the sun rises and sets with me. Not him. There’s not a damn thing he can give her that I can’t or won’t. Unless he already is. Are they having a fucking affair? She doesn’t seem like the kind of woman who would break her vows to me, but seduction isn’t exactly fair. I’ve seen the way he looks at her, the way he always looks at her. He wants what he can’t have. He wants my wife. I can’t let that happen. For the second time in two minutes, I wonder if they are already sleeping together. Get it together, man. Torturing myself isn’t helping anything.
I know I fucked up. I didn't treat her right at first, which made her turn to Carter; even if they aren’t sleeping together, she’s getting something from him that I’m not giving her. I am determined to worship her for the rest of our days. I can't help but wonder what she tastes like as she screams my name. I messed up badly, but I will make it right. Starting today. Right the fuck now.
Chapter Six
Lavinia
One Week Later
I’ve thought long and hard about this. It goes against everything I believe in, but I can’t live like this forever. I won’t live like this.
“Thank you for meeting with me, Mr. Picard, without an appointment at that,” I say, sitting in front of the lawyer’s desk in a plush leather chair.
“No problem, Mrs. Reed. How can I help you?” I wince when he calls me that. I can’t be married to Alton anymore. It’s too hard. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m failing as a wife. I should have stayed back home. I would have been an excellent caregiver, but I’ve burnt that bridge, and now I have to start over again. I won’t be able to stay in Hollow’s Hollow, though. I’ve gone and done the dumb ass thing of falling in love with my husband, who doesn’t want me. And I shouldn’t want him after what he said about me, but he doesn’t seem as callous as he did that first day. Still, I’m not going to beg him. I’m right here if he wants me, but he clearly doesn’t.
In the last week, we’ve spent a lot of time together, both at church and at home. He’s making it hard to breathe, but of course, he’s unaffected. We’ve been reading my books out loud to each other, and I’m dying. My pussy throbs constantly. I ache for him, and I don’t know what I can do to get him to fix me except lose a bunch of weight as his lovely mother keeps suggesting whenever Alton isn’t around. I’ve been making myself scarce, so I don’t have to listen to her. Tonight is the dance the town is holding, and I plan on going with my sisters and Kelly. Kelly and I have gotten really close. I’m going to miss her just as much as my sisters when I go. I don’t know how to live without Ada, but she’s happily married, and I have to grow up sometime.