The bed shook violently and the unmistakable wild sound of their delight echoed from inside.
It took a while before Jonas finally came out.
As soon as Ashier saw him, he ran over excitedly. "Daddy, is Momma Mitch going to have my little sister?"
I thought, at the very least, he'd have the decency to avoid answering in front of me.
But no. He ruffled our son's hair and said with a smile, "This time, Momma Mitch will definitely give you a sister."
At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to leave that hell for good.
I was about to head to the bedroom to grab my things, but Jonas blocked the door.
He gave me a disapproving look. "She's tired right now. Don't disturb her."
Then, as if nothing was wrong, he pulled me into his arms, resting his chin on my head.
"Andy, I didn't tell you earlier because I was afraid you couldn't handle it," he began to explain.
He reasoned, "Mitch just wants someone to love her. She's depressed. Can't you give her some space?"
And he had the nerve to promise, "Once she's better, I'll divorce her and marry you."
The scent of lust lingered on him, making me want to throw up.