Page 4 of Hemmed

“No,” he said, turning his own phone toward her, “looking at you.”

She pushed the play button on the video on his screen and watched as a woman’s legs appeared. She wore only a thong, but her vagina was visible as her legs spread over the camera lens. A rush of fabric fell over her ass, and Nelly gasped.

“Wh-what is this? Is this a joke?” she paled.

“You tell me. You got a side hustle you want to tell me about?” he muttered.

“You can’t be serious. A side hustle? That’s the changing room at Lavelle’s Boutique! That camera is below me while I’m trying on dresses. Are you nuts? I’m going to sue them!”

“I should have known,” he said, tucking the phone back into his pocket, shaking his head in a show of disappointment. “Everyone warned me that you weren’t the right woman for me. You weren’t a woman who should be on the arm of a top realtor in a major city. You weren’t a woman that I could impress the crowds with.”

“Are you kidding me right now?” she said, trying to keep her tone low. “I am the one that impresses the crowds. For you! You’re that one that screws around, goes to strip clubs, hangs with the boys. You’re nearly forty, Craig, not twenty. Whatever game you’re playing isn’t funny any longer.

“I had no idea I was being filmed. You can’t possibly think I knew. And what about those two degenerates! They were looking on whatever that website is, and I can guarantee it wasn’t their first time.”

“I’ve heard enough, Nell. I’ll ask the guests to go home, but I want you to pack your things. I don’t need a stripper and whore for a wife.”

She slapped him so hard that he stumbled backwards, losing his balance. He fell into the grass, staining his white linen pants. When he jumped up, ready to charge at her, a huge body stood in between them.

“You touch that woman, I’ll break your legs,” said the big man.

“I suppose you’re fucking her,” he smirked. “You her agent for her porn site?” He stared at the big man, then swallowed, recognizing his face.

“I’m going to give you one minute to apologize to your wife,” said the man. “If you don’t, I’m going to make sure you understand how a man should treat a woman.”

Craig stared at the man in front of him, frowning. Nelly was shaking, her head down as tears filled her eyes. Not one of their friends came to her defense, not one. She found that telling. They weren’t ‘their’ friends. They were his friends.

“Fine. I’m sorry you’re a whore,” he sneered. The big man took a step toward him, and he backed up again, holding his hands in the air. “Alright. I’m sorry. Just get your shit and get out of my house.”

“Is this his house?” the stranger asked.

“Y-yes,” she sniffed. “He owned it when we got married a few months back.”

“Okay, then I’ll help you get your things together and make sure you’re safe. Just look into the whole community property law,” he said.

She nodded, heading into the house as all eyes turned toward her, staring. Women were whispering, men were smirking at her. As quickly as she could, she took the stairs two at a time to their bedroom. The she stopped. Standing in the middle of their bedroom, she was frozen for a moment.

“Ma’am? Where are your suitcases?” he asked.

“Hall closet,” she said quietly. He grabbed the suitcases and laid them out on the bed. When she didn’t move, he began tossing anything that looked feminine into them. She gripped his wrist. “I’ll do it. Thank you. But I’ll do it.”

He nodded, giving her some space and standing in the doorway, watching for the asshole to make a move. Praying he would make a move.

“He wasn’t always like that,” she sniffed. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him.”

“No telling,” said the man.

“I didn’t know there was a camera filming me. How could they do that?” She shook her head, wiping her tears, then looked up at him. “I’m sorry. Do I know you? Who are you?”

“My name is Mark Teller.” She looked at him then nodded.

“You’re Cara’s husband. I’m sorry, I didn’t remember meeting you. Is she here? I didn’t see her?”

“No. Actually, she’s at home packing at this very moment.” Nelly looked up at him, shaking her head. Then she stilled, staring at him. It hit her. Like a ton of bricks, it hit her.

“They’re seeing one another, aren’t they?” she whispered. He nodded.

“I believe so. It was my intention to confront your husband, but I didn’t get the chance. This may have all been planned,” he said to the woman.

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