Recipes for Life Novel – I heard a woman moaning, it sounded real. Her moan was followed by a deep husky moan, a moan that I knew. Tears sprung to my eyes. I had to see it. Keeping up with the romantic ambiance the room was lit with multiple candles and the room was dimly lit, it smelled like marathon intercourse, sweat and semen. My eyes caught the white sheets on the floor, they looked as though they were thrown in a heap as if they couldn’t contain themselves and ripped them off in their haste. My pursual of the scene had me finding my Husband, slamming his shaft in and out of another woman’s vulva. His face was etched into something that looked like pure bliss. How dare he find paradise in someone else? How dare he do this to me? How dare he be happy while I’m falling apart over here？ He’s no longer my husband, from now on.
Odette I gripped the certified letter in my hand and squealed in excitement, I did it! I finally did it! I passed my certifications and boards to become a PA, it took a bit longer than I expected but I wouldn’t change anything for the world. An excited garble that matched mine sounded from behind me and my eyes locked with the one thing that held 3/4ths of my heart. Lux, my baby girl. Man, was she a surprise, finding out I was pregnant at 21 with my long-term boyfriend (now husband) came as a shock, not an unwelcome one by any means but just a shock. I finished with my bachelors, but just barely before Lux was born, Murphy went on to become a lawyer, and now, three years later he was a good one. Once he started making some real money, we were able to hire a part time nanny and I went to night school. It was hard for me at first to be okay with leaving Lux alone, feeling like a bad mom leaving my newborn with a nanny. Murphy assured me that it was okay, and we would be okay. I was very tired, my hours mixed with his and there wasn’t a lot of family time.
I spent a time or two crying to my husband about how much I felt like a failure since I wanted the best of both worlds, to be a terrible mom, and a terrible PA. Holding this letter in my hand made it all worth it, all the late nights, all the date nights that never happened. I couldn’t stop grinning. Murphy was spending the night in the city since he had to wine and dine some clients this weekend, I knew my results would be coming shortly but I had no idea they would be today. An idea struck me and before I knew it, I was calling up my mother-in-law to see if she would watch Lux for the night so I could surprise my husband with the news and a night completely alone. It had been a while since I’d been to the apartment Murphy and I owned, his company owned a few in this building and when he made junior partner it was part of his perks. An apartment in the city since his hours could be unpredictable. I’d like to say we didn’t argue about it, but that would be a lie.
I wanted more of his time and attention; I wanted him to know his daughter. He was a great dad, when he was around. We were lucky to get two evenings during the week together and always Sundays. Sundays were family days; he had insisted on it. He woke up early, cooked us breakfast, and always had an amazing day for all of us planned. It was those Sundays that made up for all the missed meals, conversations, intimacy. It was that day of the week that reminded me of how much I loved my husband and my daughter, sometimes I thought my heart would burst at the seams with how much I felt for them. A giddy smile crossed my face as I made my way across the parking lot, my hands shook as I searched quickly for the key card that would gain me access to the building. I didn’t know why I couldn’t shake this anxiety, maybe it’s just nerves, nerves because we haven’t had alone time in so long. Yes, nerves. Finally! I got the key card and swiped myself in, the place was modern, and it was completely not my taste. Reaching the third floor I grabbed my key set knowing that i’d need to let myself in.
There was a moment of panic, and I was unsure why, what if Murphy doesn’t want to see you? He has been spending more time away from you lately. No, that can’t be it, yesterday when he got home, he told me excitedly about the day he had planned for us on Sunday, driving to the nearest zoo. Lux was still a baby in my eyes, barely three but she was thrilled to be going. Turning my key in the lock, I opened the large dark mahogany front door, surprised it didn’t creak with the weight. The first thing I noticed was the soft music that seemed to be playing over the surround system that covered the apartment. It was sensual, hot. My stomach dipped. I took a closer look at what was taking place around me, the hallway was dim but there were a few candles lit in the entry way, the music. Stillness engulfed my body, my mind immediately started rationalizing what I was seeing. There’s clearly another associate using the apartment. Maybe Murphy is just letting a friend or client use it. A light switch went off in my head, my mother-in-law must have called Murphy and gave him a heads up.
That’s it. He’d planned this for me. I slipped off my shoes so I could at least surprise Murphy with the fact that I had arrived, the closer I made it to the bedroom, a sense of dread started coating my skin. It felt like being covered in slime and walking through quicksand. My skin was still buzzing with anxiety, the saliva started to coat the back of my throat as bile rose. I heard a woman moaning, it sounded real. Not that you hear on porn now a days, the moaning where you can tell a woman is about to explode. Her moan was followed by a deep husky moan, a moan that I knew. Tears sprung to my eyes. I had to see. I’m not sure how I did it, but I pushed the door open without making even a whisper of a sound. Keeping up with the romantic ambiance the room was lit with multiple candles and the room was dimly lit, it smelled like marathon intercourse, sweat and semen.
My eyes caught the white sheets on the floor, they looked as though they were thrown in a heap as if they couldn’t contain themselves and ripped them off in their haste. My pursual of the scene had me finding my Husband, all 6’2, muscled, tattooed, dark hair and dark eyes slamming his shaft in and out of another woman’s vulva. Objectively speaking she was gorgeous, the opposite of me. While I knew I was good looking with my 5’4 frame, size 8 hips and thighs, my D cup and long wavy dark hair and electric green eyes. She was porn hot, fake white, blonde hair, size two, Fake DD’s, probably 5’9. Maybe that’s why he was bang her. My first instinct was to exit the room quietly, go home, and pretend this had never happened, but before I could do this, I took in his features. His eyes were closed, and he was grunting, I’d always found it so hot when he grunted. Now I forced the vomit that was threatening to make its appearance known back down.
His face was etched into something that looked like pure bliss. How dare he find paradise in someone else? How dare he do this to me? How dare he be happy while I’m falling apart over here. How could he do this to Lux. I picked up the standing lamp next to me, and I hurled it against the opposite wall screaming in my rage. How dare he? I grabbed the chair that used to be sitting next to the now shattered lamp and desk and hurled it over my head towards the side of the wall that hadn’t borne my wrath yet. That must have sprung Murphy into gear because he moved his body away from the woman who was now screaming so fast and grabbed the passion filled sheets to wrap it around his waist as he reached for me. I side stepped him. “If you think you’ll ever be allowed to touch me again, you’re sorely mistaken.” Devastation crossed his features and I wanted to slap him. I wouldn’t give him that kind of satisfaction again. “Baby…” the girl from the bed chimed in.
He looked at me helplessly before turning to address her, “You need to leave.” She sputtered, “What? Why?” I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me, my voice sounding completely devoid of emotion. It must have sounded off even to her because she looked at me with a hint of terror wrapped in it. Good. I refused to break eye contact, if I wanted answers, I might as well just ask her. Clearly, I’d never be able to trust anything Murphy said again. “How long?” I held her eyes with mine not bothering to glace in Murphys direction, as of 5 minutes ago. He’s no longer my husband. “3 months.” “Leave Helen, now.” Murphys voice bellowed in rage, I could see that he was shaking. “No Helen, stay. I’m not finished asking questions.” “Did you know he was married?” “Yes” “Did he come on to you, or did you come on to him?” “It was mutual.” “Hmm.” Murphy got in between us before I could ask any more questions. My line of sight to her was now blocked, that’s fine.
I had heard enough anyway, she had nothing to lose, I believed every word she said. “Odette.” He said in a commanding tone that I once used to love and now just makes my skin crawl. I’ve never wanted to be so far away from someone before, every single physical feature of his that was supposed to be mine, he gave to her. He was tainted now, like that last margarita you shouldn’t have drunk, so you spent the night throwing up into your toilet. I couldn’t help myself, I openly gagged at his closeness, he smelled like her. He flinched at my reaction. “Let’s go home so we can talk about this.” I saw the desperation in his eyes, I saw that he knew if he let me walk out this door without him that he’d never get his chance. He knew me, he knew what this meant, and I knew my husband enough to know that he was scared. I can admit, I’m a submissive person, especially in the bedroom. He thinks that his dominant personality will override my heartbreak and I’ll cave.
No, not with this. “No.” “Odette, you don’t understand…” The crack in his voice almost had me on my knees, and I could have caved in that moment, he was my whole world since I was 16, we just added Lux to it. My heart beats for them, I almost caved. I heard a snicker, and that snapped me back into the right frame of mind. He must have seen my resolve on my face, the wall that immediately went up. His face almost crumpled before turning to rage. “I thought I told you to leave…” He turned to face her, and I took this as my opportunity to escape but not before hearing her words on my way out. “What’s the big deal Murphy? You said you were no longer in love with her, that you had a baby too young…that Lux changed everything…” I couldn’t make out any more sentences but heard the words “Regret, stopped loving.” Multiple times as I fled. I heard Murphy roar at her to Just shut up and then I heard him roar my name as I closed the door of the apartment behind me.