Page 3 of The Best is Yet to Cum

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Mona Cartwright

When I decided to file for divorce, there was no turning back. Winston cheated on me, on and off, for our entire marriage. Every time he got caught up, he’d tell me the women meant nothing to him, beg for my forgiveness, and promise never to do it again.

I believed him early on, but after the fifth time, I knew he’d never change. I gave up on having a faithful husband and turned a blind eye. However, the first time I became pregnant and subsequently suffered a miscarriage, I blamed it on the stress his cheating ass caused me.

I believed he felt guilty and tried to change for a short while, but after a few months, he returned to his old ways. The same thing happened when I became pregnant again and experienced another miscarriage. He temporarily became the man I fell in love with, only to show his true colors a few months later.

I vowed never to allow him to impregnate me again, forcing him to use only the condoms I purchased when we had sex, which became less and less as time went on. The lack of trust made it hard to let down my guard and be intimate with him.

I wasn’t sure what made the last time I found out he was cheating the final straw. Maybe it was because, for the first time, I had a name and face for one of the women he was having an affair with.

I believed it was meant for me to find out about her because I’d just met her a few minutes before. She happened to be having dinner with Evander, Clinton’s partner. I’d gone to the bathroom and overheard her talking to her friends on the phone about Winston.

She seemed as shocked as I was that he was married and had no idea he was friends with Evander. It was over for me and Winston right then and there. I was sick of him embarrassing me.

When I filed for divorce, Winston acted like he didn’t care, but once he realized I was serious, he wouldn’t cooperate. What should have been a short, uncomplicated process was drawn out for two years. It was a grueling experience.

Once my divorce was final, I wanted to do something to celebrate. My friends were busy with their husbands, children, and jobs, so I didn’t want to ask them to join me in New Orleans. I understood how difficult it might be to plan a trip at the last minute.

I’d never taken a trip alone and had always wanted to visit New Orleans, so I thought it would be the perfect trip to move forward with my plans. The first night, I had a ball walking through the French Quarters. I enjoyed some excellent food and had a few fantastic drinks, making sure not to drink too much because I was alone and wanted to be aware of my surroundings.

This morning, I found a cute brunch spot calledRuby Slipperand damn near ate myself into a stupor. I definitely planned to dine there again before heading back to Chicago. I spent the afternoon at the Mardi Gras museum, after which I took a nap.

When I woke up, my stomach was growling, so I ventured to the French Quarters and stumbled upon this restaurant and a familiar face… a handsome, familiar face. A face I wouldn’t mind sitting on if the opportunity arose, if for no other reason than to get back at Winston. He’d have a stroke if he knew I’d fucked one of his friends.

“I’m starting my life over at the ripe old age of thirty-seven.”

“If you think thirty-seven is old and ripe, I’d hate to know what you think about forty-two.”

“Older men are considered distinguished. Older women are just considered… old.”

“Only to immature, mentally underdeveloped men. Keep living, beautiful. I promise you, the best is yet to come. Tell me more about you.”

“There’s not much else to tell.”

“Oh, I highly doubt that. What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a paralegal at a small law firm.”

“You like it?”

“I do. It can be demanding sometimes, but it kept my mind off Win—”

“Stop. I told you we aren’t talking about him. Don’t mention his name again in my presence.”

His eyes became dark, and his voice was stern. He didn’t know me well enough to be talking to me like that, but it made my nipples hard, so I let it slide.

“My job can be demanding depending on the cases we’re working on. There are four lawyers at the firm, with four full-time and two part-time paralegals. It’s a pleasant work environment.”

“That’s good.”

“What about you?”

“Evander and I own a finance company.”

“Oh, so you’re the head man in charge.”

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