The discovery came from the most unexpected of sources. My husband had logged into WeTalk on the computer and neglected to log out.
Glancing at the screen without much thought, I noticed a string of flirtatious messages that made my stomach twist.
“Daddy, will you come tonight?”
“I’ve already showered.”
“I’m in my safe period today. You can do whatever you want.”
Then came the address, “Utopia Hotel, room 1028.”
The audacity of it all set my blood boiling.
This salesgirl, employed at the luxury Lois Vitone store in town, was openly pursuing my husband. Her messages were practically dripping with suggestiveness.
His responses only deepened the pain in my heart.
“Good girl,” he praised. “No wonder I can’t get my mind off of you. I wish my wife could learn a few tricks from you. She’s just too boring. She doesn’t excite me like you do.”
She kept pushing, her words designed to sting.
“Daddy, you don’t need her anymore now that you have me.”
“She’s nowhere near as bold as I am.”
“She can’t swallow you as deep or spread her legs as wide as me.”
This was more than I could bear.
The shamelessness!
I felt my anger reach a boiling point, yet my husband still ignored my calls.