Page 18 of His Vengeful Tradwife

I must have just beendrunklast night. Amanda and I had everything in common. Besides, she really appreciated me. We both loved golf and tennis, matched each other's intellectual energy.

After breakfast, Amanda and the kids headed for our aboveground pool and I tried to focus on Amanda, how much I loved her. How great she looked in her black bikini.

But then why the fuck did my eyes keep going back to where Tallulah was working in the back fields in her dirty, filthy overalls?

"How did Tallulah take it when you told her?" Amanda asked me in a low tone as we got out.

Gabriel and Seraphina were playing with our dog Odie while I pushed Emmylou in the swing.

"Did she cry? Beg you to stay?" she asked eagerly.

I found it hard to meet her bright eyes. Because after everything I had told her about how I felt too guilty to divorce Tallulah, how it would be way too hard on my wife, how devotedly she loved and adored me, what had Tallulah done?

Shrugged, goddamnshrugged, when I told her I wanted a divorce, and taken five seconds to get on some young himbo's cock.

And she could get50himbos to fuck, I thought angrily. Men had always gone crazy for her.

I thought my jealous days were behind me. After all, what was there to be jealous about when my wife had eyes only for me, and ignored all other men?

"Why do you keep looking at her?" Amanda asked sharply.

I felt irritated as fuck.

"I'm not looking at anyone."

But I was, my eyes unwillingly glued on where my wife was bending over her vegetable garden. She only had on a little tank top under her overalls, and the strap had fallen down her arm.

I wanted to go over there, slide my finger under the strap, peel Tallulah out of those overalls and bend her over the fence. . .

"And why do you still have your ring on?" Amanda hissed, trying to pull it off.

I ripped my hand out of her grasp.

"Are you going to nag me all day?" I snapped at her. "I'm not ready to take it off yet. You know how our boss is. He's so obsessed with the importance of being a good family man and he LOVES Tallulah. I don't want him to find out we're getting divorced until he makes us partners."

"If you're sure that's all it is," Amanda said, crossing her arms over her chest, and I glared at her.

"What exactly are you fucking suggesting?" I snarled.

"I'm not suggesting anything, I'mnoticingyou've barely taken your eyes off your ex the whole time I've been here!" she shot at me, angry spots of color in her cheeks.

I felt unreasonable rage boil inside me. I wastryingto pay attention to Amanda and her story about how the coffee shop hadn’t gotten her order of a matcha sprinkle latte with grass-fed goat’s milk right that morning. It’s just that Tallulah was infuriating me. I forced my voice to stay calm.

"Let's take the kids inside and put Emmylou down for her nap," I said through gritted teeth, dragging my eyes away from my wife.

"Can it be a six-hour nap?" Amanda snarked at me as we walked inside, which pissed me off because they’d been nothing but nice to her.

"Feel free to go home," I snapped at her. "I'm enjoying time with the kids."

What the fuck had gotten into us? Amanda and I never fought.

And why wasn't this any fun together? Parenting together with Tallulah had been fun. Maybe not every minute, like when everyone caught the projectile vomiting flu, but way more fun than not.

"I'll stay for a little bit," Amanda shrugged. "Until I get bored. I can't wait until next weekend, though."

Emmylou fell asleep easily enough after playing in the pool all morning, and Gabriel and Seraphina went to play in the LEGO room.

I slumped, exhausted, onto the couch.

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