Page 3 of Breaking the Vows

“Jared, this is Aaron, one of the partners at my firm. We’ve been sleeping together for the last five months. I’m sorry.”

Aaron turned pale as I revealed to my husband about our secret affair, which wasn’t much of a secret anymore. Jared’s eyes widened as if looking at me in disbelief.

“Sorry? You’re sorry? You’ve been fucking this guy behind my back, and you’re sorry? What kind of fucked up shit is that, Cass?” Jared asked as he shook his head back and forth in stunned disapproval.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry, baby. It sorta just happened.”

“Huh. Sorta just happened? Just this once?” he asked.

“No. Well, yes. Just this once athomewithhim…” I confessed.

“Why does that sound like there’s more to this than you’re letting on, Cassidy?”

Jared and Aaron then turned to face one another for a split second before diverting their attention back to me.

I shrugged my shoulders and replied, “I’ve slept with others. I’m sorry, baby.”

Jared’s eyes widened in bewilderment.

Aaron had of course known I’d slept with others in the office. That was my reputation, after all. Clearly he didn’t care about the office slut taking rounds around the workplace.

I had a problem. Men couldn’t keep their dicks in their pants. I couldn’t keep my panties on, pussy dry, and legs shut.

“Cassidy, you’re my wife. How could you do this to me? What the fuck!” Jared paced the room before plopping his ass down on the foot of the bed.

I slumped my shoulders and walked to stand in front of Jared.

“Look, I know it was wrong. I’m sorry, but I feel like…”

Jared abruptly cut me off. “Listen, Cassidy. You’ve got no room to try and make excuses for your behavior. Clearly, I’ve got choices.”

Choices? Shit, he wanted to cheat on me now, and how could I tell him he couldn’t do that after what I’d done to him? I was not allowed to make those types of demands anymore. I had lost my privilege to be able to do that and I was fucked. After all, what woman would be okay with her husband sleeping around with other women? I wasn’t.

“Choices?” I asked, nonetheless.

“That’s right, Cass. I’ve got two choices now.”

“Two?” I asked, searching his eyes.

“Yep, two choices.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and continued. “One. I can leave and divorce your ass. Take everything with me. Or–”

“Baby, please don’t leav–”

“Shut up and let me finish!”

Well, that was not what I imagined. He wanted to divorce me? Never in a million years had I thought he’d want to divorce me. I always thought I could cheat on him left and right, and even if he were to find out about it, he couldn’t leave me. He just couldn’t. He had told me he could never leave me no matter what when we had first gotten together. He loved me. I was his queen, his goddess. What the fuck was happening now? I couldn’t have him divorce me. I needed to hear what number two was.

“My second choice, because I know no matter how much you apologize to me and how many times you promise me that you’ll never do it again, once a cheating, lying skank, always a cheating, lying skank. I refuse to believe you’ll stop your sorry ways.”

“But, baby. I can–”

“Papapapapa! Quiet, now. You’ve lost the option of voicing your opinion when it comes to this matter. Either I divorce your sorry ass, or I allow you to continue fucking other men, under one condition.”

Aaron’s eyebrows hit the ceiling at that point. He appeared to be just as dumbfounded as I was by what Jared had just revealed.

I tilted my head, pressing my lips together as I waited for my husband to let me have it.

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