A Taste of Betrayal... A Taste of Forgiveness
Copyright© 2010 by MasterDavid
Chapter 4
The first surprise I encountered when I opened her email was the number of emails from apartment complexes sitting near the top. I open the first and read the words "Thank you for inquiring about our two bedroom apartments."
Our first apartment here was two bedrooms, because our youngest son has been living with us for years. Then the middle daughter came here from Florida and we needed three bedrooms. Then she moved out, but the oldest son came here and we still needed three.
Now, she's looking at two bedroom apartments, and not telling me. Something is going on, and I really don't like it.
Still, that's something that goes on the back burner right now. I have to wade through all the other emails she gets on the daily basis before I find what is the most likely candidate to be what I'm seeking.
I open the email and only read a few lines. "I'm so looking forward to tonight. I hope you will be prepared in the manner I have asked."
I don't read any further. Instead, I go back to the main page and use the search feature to find any and all emails from him, so that I can read all of them from the beginning.
The first had come in last week. He looks to set up a meeting sometime in the evening. Her reply said she was sure she could find some excuse to be away from the house, especially on a night I am already working. She wonders if they could meet somewhere they could smoke.
He sends a reply saying a casino would probably be the best place to meet. He wonders about me, and about why she is doing this. He asks if she would meet him sans underwear.
She replies she would be uncomfortable doing that, until they were better acquainted.
But it is the next line of her reply that tears my heart out and leaves it in pieces on the floor.
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