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Momentarily relieved that she hadn’t sobbed those words, that relief died in the next instant.
“Oh? Then how do I know about the mole on his left ass cheek—nice, tight ass, by the way. When he fucks me hard, I like to dig my nails into it.”
Shaking her head, Em refused to believe what this woman—this homewrecker—was saying.
“That doesn’t mean anything?—”
“What about the tattoo of a rosebud and a rifle on his left hip…right below his waistband?”
That tattoo…it symbolized them, Mads and Emily; a supposedly permanent display of how important their relationship was to Mads. Something only they would ever see, as special to them as their spot was. As special as their red maple, one planted by their own hands, had been.
But now…it was all tainted.
Unable to swallow, Emily couldn’t stop her mouth from filling with bile.
“How would I know about those things unless I saw him with his pants down?”
Stunned. Speechless. Heartbroken. Em couldn’t answer. Because there wasn’t one she could fathom.
“If that’s not enough, how about the two scars on the tip of his dick? I noticed those when I sucked his cock for the first time. The head is really sensitive, and he nearly came from my licking it one time.”
Those scars were from a Prince Albert piercing that had gotten infected and had to be removed. Frost had gotten it years before in an attempt to bring her even more pleasure than he already did when they were together. Sadly, the guy who did the piercing wasn’t too clean, so Frost got an infection that could have cost him dearly. Thankfully, one round of antibiotics, a buttload of ice, and six weeks of abstinence helped clear that right up.
Those scars were all that were left of that debacle—scars that only Em had known about.
Until now.
Her chest tight, Em couldn’t get breath out, let alone words.
How…how was this happening? How could Sarah know any of this unless…unless she’d actually seen Emily’s husband naked? Unless she’s touched him…intimately…put her hands and mouth on places that had once been Emily’s alone?
“Ah,” Sarah cooed, “I see you’re getting it. You’re the old, Emily, and I’m the new. You’d better step aside and let Frost have a woman he truly deserves standing beside him.”
Tears burned backs of Em’s eyes, threatening to spill.
Her smile venomous and victorious, Sarah struck another blow, one that nearly knocked Em to her knees.
“I’m his old lady now,” she proclaimed, her eyes bright and cunning. “And you’re nothing but what he left behind on his way to his best life.”
Not even bothering to look back and see the devastation she left in her wake, Sarah turned and sashayed from the shop.
TWELVE
Still stunned.Still speechless. But now…enraged.
He’d cheated. Her husband had cheated on her with that bitch!
Mads isn’t a cheater! There has to be an explanation!
Was there? How did one explain how Sarah knew intimate details about Frost’s body, details that they’d kept between them because they were special, a close and precious secret they shared as husband and wife?
The mole.
The tattoo.
The scars from the piercing.
How did Sarah know about those unless she’d seen them? A man didn’t just tell someone those things, not in normal, everyday conversation, especially not to someone he didn’t trust. As far as Em knew, not even the club brothers knew about the tattoo or the botched piercing.
