Colette Smith (P.O.V.)
I ended the call with Lisa and looked at the phone in disgust. I had known about the affair between Callum and her for a very long time now. They think that I have been unaware of the affair for a while, and it is quite naïve of them to think I would not have suspected something or even get some investigation done myself. I would notice the exchanges they make toward each other whenever she is around. I did not want to only suspect but know about it for sure, so I decided to start inviting her over more often. I assumed that they would have been dumb enough to get comfortable and start having sex in the house while I was around. Callum even had the audacity to have sex on our bed…sometimes on my pillow. I no longer use that pillow, but I let them believe that I have been placing my head on something that Lisa had her vag*na on.
I did want to get my revenge on the both of them, but my inner self is telling me to stay c
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)Just then I got a message on my phone. Multiple messages by the sound of it, as my phone went notified me multiple times. I retrieved my phone and opened the message. It was a message from an unknown number. In the message were pictures and videos and Lisa and Callum having sex.My stomach dropped and the nausea that I did not experience thus far in my pregnancy seemed to appear all of a sudden. I raced to the bathroom and knelt beside the toilet as I began to throw up. Eventually I had nothing left in my stomach and all I could do is dry heave. I rinsed my mouth in the sink and returned to the room before I continued to go through the evidence even more. One picture in particular grasped my attention.In the picture, there was Lisa, on all fours on the bed. From the looks of it, it looked like the
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)“What do you mean? I-I did not do anything wrong.” She stuttered which made me laugh out loud.Truly pathetic.I looked at my phone as I located the message I had just received.“Whose phone is this ‘555-332-4959’?” I asked her and watched her face lit up and then dropped.“That is my husband.” She said, her eyes dropping to the floor as she began to sob violently. It felt pleasurable to see her cry like that.Just as I had cried all those months because of fiancé’s infidelities. Just as I have cried myself to sleep every night because I felt like I was not good enough. Just as I have cried while hating the way that I looked in the mirror because my boyfriend chose to cheat on me with someone who is way better than me physically.“I think your husband found out about your infidelities Martha. How do you think he fel
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)I had just finished cleaning up the basement. I ran upstairs quickly to my room, to grab a towel so that I could go shower as quickly as I could. It was pretty late by now when my mother got home. She had questioned why I was even down there, and I used the excuse that I was just looking for a pair of shorts that I assumed could have been down here since we usually accumulate all of our dirty laundry in the basement instead of in the laundry room because it was not that big. My mother immediately asked for Martha, to which I explained to her that she said she wanted to go out for the evening with a friend. I lied and told my mother that Martha was cheating on her husband with some strange man who had shown up at the house to take her out for the evening. In the instance that I get asked about the mystery man’s appearance, I mentioned that I did not get a good look at him, only that I realized that his voice was unusually deep. I t
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)I got off my bed and made it to the bathroom to freshen up. I know for a fact that when Callum gets home, he is not going to want to be with me romantically, but this is just for me. I am taking care of myself. No more of going out of my way to make sure Callum is happy because he is happy but at my expense, and he simply does not care.When I got into the shower, I washed my body with a coconut scented body wash then I proceeded to wash my hair then shave my entire body. After I was done doing all of that, I got out of the shower and dried my skin. I went back into my bedroom and laid down on the bed, fully naked as I applied lotion all over my body.Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)Lisa and I had just gotten back to the neighborhood. We were both very much exhausted because we did not get much rest while we were away on the trip. If you catch my drift. It was fun while it lasted but reality w
Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)After the time I got to spend with Callum, I had come to the conclusion that I wanted him all for myself. I no longer wanted to share him. I become greedy and selfish. I fell in love harder than I thought I would have for Callum. The original plan was to get him to the top, get pregnant and then leave him. Where he would have had a child to take care of, he would have had to give me money for the kid which I could have used to live the life I wanted. But now I did not want that. I wanted to buy a house with him, have a very public relationship and build our family together. I was tired of hiding the fact that we love each other. F*ck what everyone has to say.I no longer want to be hidden. I no longer want to be the mistress. I want to be loved and shown off to the world by the graces of Callum Johnson. The neighborhood good guy. I wanted everyone to know that he chose Lisa Warden, the neighborhood slut, over his boring prude of a
Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)As if reading my mind he moved his body off mine and slipped one hand down to my little lace panties. He deftly slipped a hand inside them and gently cupped my pu**y against his hand, rubbing ever so lightly before he pulled the panties down off my body.As soon as they were off, I spread my legs for him, letting him know I wanted any part of him he was willing to give to me down there between my weak legs.He kept his mouth on my n*pple, sucking and nibbling expertly as he slipped his finger along my slit. Finally, after a few moments of this exquisite torture he slipped his finger a little higher rubbing my aching cl*t. I moaned loud and felt my body arch off the bed and press my bre*st into his mouth and his hand into my pu**y.I was moaning almost continuously now and could feel myself getting close to c*mming. I wanted his mouth on my cl*t; to see if he was as good as I thought he would
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)I got up from the bed and made my way into the bathroom to rinse my body quickly. I know I had been sloppy with hiding my affair, but I just wanted to go back to Colette and make it seem as though I had behaved myself while I was away from her for weeks with another woman.When I got done in the shower, I dried my skin and put back on all of my clothes.“Are you going to drive me back home?” I asked Lisa, who was currently sprawled across the bed, reveling in the pleasure she just received.“Sure.” She said and simply slipped on a robe over her naked body as she grabbed the car key and we headed out of the house.When we got into the car, I could not help but stare at her big bre*sts as they jiggled every time, she would drive over a hump on the road. Not being able to control myself, I slipped my hand inside her robe and grabbed one of her bre*sts roughly as I caressed it. I could fe
Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)"I cannot wait until I get home, I need to help myself now." I barely manage to say through heavy breathing. I gripped my one clean hand on the wheel and start to unbutton my own pants.I look in each mirror to make sure the road is still empty and then slide a hand down into my panties. I squirm a bit to give myself some room and sigh when my finger meets my own lips."Oh god I did not realize I was this wet for you. Mm... I wish it was you playing with me right now." I slide my finger between my lips and find my cl*t, then rub in slow circular motions. My eyes have trouble staying open all the way and my entire body stiffens. After a moment of teasing myself, I slid my finger inside, wiggling it around. I am so wet that a soft slop noise can be heard as the only thing breaking the silence between u
Before I could jump to conclusions, I decided to give Colette the benefit of a doubt. I returned to my car and while I sat in the parking lot of the hospital, I decided to call every hospital in the state.It has been three hours since I started calling multiple hospitals in New York. There are a total of two hundred and fourteen hospital in New York city. I managed to call forty of them within a short distance from Colette’s school, our home, and any other place she could have been in the time of going into labor.None of the hospitals had any record of Colette giving birth. What the actual hell is going on?Is she hiding something from me?I returned home as fast as I could. Colette was in the living room asleep with the television on.I quietly made my way upstairs and I took Kaylin from her crib. I wrapped her in a blanket and made my way out of the house. I then drove back to the hospital.I walked up to the receptionist with Kayl
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)Currently I was seated outside on the front porch as I swung the baby to sleep. I looked down on her where she sat on my lap, slowly dozing off into dreamland. I looked at her features and how they changed over the past eight months, and it got me thinking. I would never accuse Colette of cheating on me, but in these circumstances, I was suspicious of a few things.Firstly, her hair color. It looks nothing like my hair, nor does it look like Colette’s hair. My hair as well as Colette’s hair, is curly and wavy, Kaylin’s hair is pin straight. My eyes were brown, and Colette’s eyes were like a hazel brown color…Kaylin’s eyes were so blue you could see the ocean in them. It was so blue it almost looked purple at times. Neither Colette nor I has freckles, yet Kaylin has freckles all over her body.I am beginning to think this is not my kid and I did not know how to go about this. I could ta
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)I made the baby.Those words. That moment. That instant. That day would always resonate in my head. It has been eight months since the birth of my daughter Kaylin Johnson and not a day passes by that I do not think about that day Colette messaged me. I remember that day like it was yesterday.I was in the United Kingdom, London to be specific on a business trip. This trip was not particularly a fun one that would have allowed me to relax and take a break from my busy work schedule. I had just come out of a really tough meeting. Things were not looking good for me at the last minute. Throughout this trip I have been cutting deals really close as I began to teach myself along the way to do business the right way seeing as I no longer had sex appeal on my side. There were times where some of the women that would be present at meetings would make minor advances toward me. I could adhere to their advances, but I chose
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)Meanwhile I prepare for the demise of Maria Vergara, Callum has been messaging me nonstop in full panic mode. Last night, when I decided that I would perform the surgery today, I figured that I would ignore all of Callum’s messages and phone calls to make it seem as though I could not be reached. This is to make it believable when I tell him that I went into labor and was unable to contact him because of everything that happened while I was in labor.Eventually I got to the store and while I walked around checking out the various equipment, I regretted my modest decision to not walk into the store dressed as a doctor in a lab coat. I felt judged. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me…or was it my fear of getting caught; the nagging feeling that someone knew something I did not stayed in the back of my mind while I t
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)I spent the entire night doing research on performing a cesarean section. Since I got home, I have been studying the medical notes made by other people so that I, myself, would be able to perform this procedure with much success. I would like to think that I could handle this on my own because I am a pre-medical student. This could serve as a test to my future surgical tendencies as a neurosurgeon and I could not have been any more excited. Of course, in the future, I could only hope that my patient would be alive after the operation because my intent now, is that she dies and remains dead. I wanted to order some sort of anesthesia while I prepared myself for the surgery because I felt like I could at least be a little humane and numb the pain for the woman, but I do not think it would get here in time because I have limited time.While I stayed awake last night, studying the instructions to perform a cesarean section on a human
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)Eventually, I had to move away in fear of getting called out for my lack of a baby bump. Callum was always at work these days and I usually had to drive myself to school every day but at the end of it all, I would be seeing Callum. However, it has been approximately nine months since I announced the pregnancy, and it is about time I showed up with a bump. Fortunately for me, I told Callum that I thought it would be best for me to stay on campus instead of driving back and forth each day to and from school. I explained to him that this way, I could sleep in more and I would not have to worry about being late to my classes so I would be lessening on the stress I would feel each day.This especially played in my favor because I attended a religious community college which did not allow boys into the female dorms. The onl
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)I got a notification on Facebook that I had received a new friend request. I immediately clicked on the notification to check out the person’s profile. It was not odd for me to get friend requests on Facebook out of the blue these days. After announcing my fake pregnancy to Callum, he had been working double time to make sure that I get everything that I wanted and needed just so we would be able to avoid a replay of what happened the first time I got pregnant. This included leaving the job I had, working as Callum’s secretary, and taking my time with school. Where I would usually do a full load every semester, now I do only about three courses per semester. Yes, that means it will take longer for me to graduate but at least I barely have assignments now and I have more time to sleep. My days have been stress free and I am more than grateful for that blessing.I was not even scared or paranoid about leaving Callum to
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)It has been a couple months since I miscarried, and I could not have been more depressed. I was not entirely sure how long it has been because I have been so out of it that I could not focus on anything. I could not help but feel like the miscarriage was my fault. There is not a day that goes by that I do not hate myself a little bit more for losing the baby. Deep down inside, I feel like Callum blames me as well, but I do not think he would be wrong to. I had been undergoing so much stress that I knew was not good for the baby, yet I continued on with my own selfish journey of a self-fulfilling prophecy. Looking back now to all of those times I took advantage of the fact that I got pregnant in the first place, makes this all the more painful because I could have done so many things differently to avoid this, but I did
The pain continued to be unbearable, and I tried my hardest to not scream in agony, but it seemed quite difficult to do so. After a short while, the nurse returned with the painkiller injections, and she turned me onto my side so that she could stick the needle into my butt cheek. Thankfully, it did not hurt at all. Almost immediately I felt the medication dull the pain I felt on my lower back and my lower abdomen. With this relief, I soon fell asleep.I was awoken by a team of doctors who were all surrounding my bed. One of them held a clip board with a bunch of papers stacked onto it and the rest of them were preparing some tools, I would assume to use on me.One of them approached me and stuck a thermometer under my arm.“Keep that in there tightly, okay?” The woman said kindly.I nodded in acknowledgement and did as I was told.“Okay, are you getting any pain right now?” One of the doctors asked.I nodded again.