Naked on the Bed with another Woman

Around one twelve am in the very early hours of the morning, Bethany gets home and unlocks the door with her own key.

She lives in a two storey building with her husband and their room is on the first floor so she's quite aware that knocking or even banging on the door in that situation will do her no good, most especially when he sounded really tired on the phone earlier. He should be dead asleep so she plans to just crawl into bed as well and sleep, she's just as exhausted as he probably is anyway.

The first thing she noticed when she came inside was the amount of lights left switched on, even down till the kitchen where he never enters except to fill himself a glass of water, and even that is pretty rare.

Then the dining room, the living room and the staircase lights.

The light for the staircase most especially, because the switch was upstairs, so at the top of the stairs, headed into the room, the lights will easily be turned off and he never missed doing that.

He never missed doing that...

Maybe he was just that tired?

Bethany sighs and goes around, putting things in place, a bottle of unfinished wine, two wine glasses, one half full and the other one emptied, turns off the bright lights and when she's done, begins trudging up the staircase.

Right at the top of the stairs, right at the tip, is a piece of clothing.

She bends down to pick it up and it's his tie.

At this point, she doesn't know whether to be worried or... Having seen a lot of movies, she steps forward and just as she had feared, there is a steady stream of clothes right till the door of the room.

She picks up the last one and it's a lacy pink pant...

Then the sounds coming from inside the room finally makes its way into her head and she can't deny it. Her hand, wrapped in gauze begins to shake. She raises her hand to the door knob and wonders if she should open it or not...

He could just be having a nightmare...

Or worse, a concussion!

She pulls down on the knob and true enough, it's a nightmare. Not for Charles or for the woman that's dancing atop his crotch but for her, Bethany.

Not asleep, not dreaming but it's a frigging nightmare.

There, on the matrimonial bed where they have been sleeping together for the past two years, is Charles, naked and sprawled eagled on the bed, his manhood high in the air as the woman goes up and down on it, making sounds fit to be left for the imagination.

The bag in her hand clatters to the floor making a loud enough noise to grab their attention, because her opening the door didn't grab their attention one bit.

Both of them immediately look towards the door and Bethany catches a glance of the woman's face and her breath catches in her throat.

"A... Alexa?" She calls out and the other woman rolls her eyes in disdain, not making any moves to get down from Charles crotch or at least hide her own nakedness...

And it suddenly registers in her head that Charles is not moving either.

But Alexa?

Alexa is supposed to be Charles's family member but here she is, making her husband's night memorable.

"Welcome Hun, you're not supposed to be back till tomorrow though."

"So, if I'm not supposed to be back yet gives you liberties to sleep around?"

"I'm not sleeping around, it's just Alexa here."

He's naked and committing adultery in front of her and it's just Alexa?

Her legs are suddenly unstable and cannot bear the weight of her own body but she can't keep staring at this duo either. Breathing erratically, she runs for the staircase, goes downstairs and locks herself in the visitor's bedroom downstairs as the tears fly out of her eyes in streams.

Her life, whole life has come crashing around her shoulders. She has never been lucky in her whole life but the one thing she thought she really had down for her was Charles Worth...

And Charles Worth was currently proving his worth in bed to another woman.

A woman that is supposed to be his own family member.

For the rest of the night, she is unable to sleep a wink no matter how hard she tried, she cried till the early hours of the morning.

Unable to bear it anymore, she steps out into the living room and there she sees Charles, wrapping a long fur coat around Alexa's shoulder as he kisses her on the cheeks.

Shocked and angry, she watches them, words evading her for a full on minute, watching them as they fool around.

"Charles..."

What does she even want to say? That she's his wife? That Alexa is his family and he should not be doing that with a family? That she is hurt?

He knows all of that already.

But... "Why?" Tears spring into her eyes again. "Why? What did I do to wrong you that you carried another woman into the bed we share?"

Alexa smirks with one eye raised.

"...am I not enough? As soon as we graduated, you proposed and I agreed. Am I not enough for you? I do my best to..."

"Your best is boring for me." Charles simple responds, the chest that used to send her over the moon now is just nothing but a bare, hairy chest covered with a white flannel singlet.

"What?" She's suddenly angry at being treated like a worm. "Do you know what I have gone through these past two years, being the perfect wife even though your family is far from dreamy? I have been physically abused, see?" She raises her bandaged hand for him to see. "Emotionally, verbally, name it, I have been insulted and maltreated but I stayed so you can be happy, thinking it will make one of us at least that is having a nice day but..." Her voice falters.

"You are still my wife and I love you, I just love you as much as I love Alexa."