Bombshell

What if… he’s here with that girl?

Normally, I wouldn’t even entertain that thought for more than a second, but this time it sounds possible. Because he was out all morning with a random girl ignoring everyone’s calls. And now he’s here at a time he’s never here.

My first instinct is to drive off and pretend I didn’t see him, go back to my parents’ and pretend I’m fine. But no, I can’t do that. Even if breaking up with Farrow is my biggest fear, I can’t just… ignore this.

I want to ask what he did with that Violet girl all day.

Maybe he had the same idea I had to come home and take a moment away from everyone and everything to calm down and re-group, right?

Yeah, that’s a lot more logical. It sounds like us to have the same idea during a hard time.

"Farrow?" I ask as soon as I walk inside the house, waiting a few seconds for his response, but there's nothing. No noise at all. I walk to the backyard in case he's out there. No. I go to the garage we never use except for storage, but he's not there either.

He can only be upstairs, in our room. But no matter how much I think about it, I can only come up with horrible reasons why.

I mean, he was out with that girl, so... what if he's in the shower to get rid of her scent before going back to work and then to my dad's birthday?

But even if that's what my pessimistic brain is pushing towards me, I know deep down there's no way. Farrow would never cheat on me, absolutely not.

That's why he was so open about being attracted to another woman, because it's an anomaly and he's confused about it. But no matter how confused he is, he would never go that far.

I take a deep breath before opening the door.

I already know this could lead to the confrontation I was avoiding. I'm still not fucking ready for it, but it looks like I have no other choice.

"Farr-" I start to say when I come in, but my voice disappears. Everything inside of me disappears, in fact I think I just stepped into another dimension because there's no way this is real, "Farrow?"

I know damn right it's him. My husband. But he's currently balls deep inside someone who is most definitely not me.

And by now, he's obviously heard me coming in, but he's still fucking her. All I can see is his wide back and naked ass while he plows inside of her so hard it looks painful. And she’s crying out in pleasure like a hyaena, so at least now I know the soundproof walls actually work to hide p**n-star levels of moaning.

"Hello?! Are you fucking kidding me?" I let out a few seconds later in absolute astonishment because I'm still fucking standing here and they're still going at it. I can hear him let out an annoyed growl and turn his head to look at me way before finally slowing down.

"Fuck," he spits out, moving to finally get out of the random woman. He sits down next to her and puts his hands on his face. I'm still unable to move or breathe even, "Fuck me. You weren't supposed to be here."

I wasn't supposed to be here? He wasn't supposed to FUCK SOMEONE ELSE. But this feels so absolutely out of the norm and strange, I really don't even know what to do or what to even say.

When I hear a feminine sigh, my eyes turn to her.

Is this the girl? It must be.

She's very skinny and long-limbed and her skin is pasty white. So extremely white, it looks like she hasn't seen the sun in years. But when I get to her face, I really don't understand what the fuck was Farrow about when he said she's 'so, so pretty'. She doesn't have particularly pretty features and even if she did, her heavy makeup is hiding them. She's wearing intense smokey eyeshadow and deep red lips that are smeared all over her cheeks and Farrow's face, neck and chest. And below.

"I'm so sorry, Skylar. Farrow said you would be at your parent's place," the girl says, leaning back on my bed with her very big fake tits out in the air. She looks awfully comfortable in my bed, "Should I explain, Farrow? Or are you going to?"

Explain what? I frown and look at Farrow again.

"I'm going to," he murmurs and shakes his head before looking up directly into my eyes. He looks lost, like he doesn't know what to say. The fact that he's not rushing to explain or even make an excuse is crushing me. He hasn't even gotten up.

"Farrow, what the hell?" I whisper, completely perplexed. I can't even be mad because I'm so baffled.

"I know I fucked up, I thought you'd be with your dad already," he says. I'm just here, mouth wide open, "I didn't want you to see this, but I'm... we’re… fuck. I can't even think straight, this is crazy."

"We're together. In a relationship," the girl says with a very satisfied smile on her face. Farrow shakes his head and looks at me with regret. A fucking relationship? Didn't they met yesterday?

"Is that true?" I ask directly to Farrow, ignoring the girl. He looks pained, but nods, "Then leave."

"This is his house, not yours," the girl says, but before I can even start to yell, Farrow lifts a hand to her. To quiet her.

"This is my daughter's home, I won't take it away."

"Your daughter can stay with us," she says and the way Farrow turns his eyes to me as if he's agreeing with that truly blows my mind. I mean, even more.

There's something weird happening here. This is not my Farrow. This isn't really happening, it's just so bizarre.

"I think it's best if you do leave," he almost whispers. That's fucking insane, but right now... with him naked and that woman in my bed I guess it's just a part of this insane new dimension I'm living in, "Take it with grace, Sky. I know you will, but..."

"I will, don't worry. Just let me get my things," I say and walk straight to the closet, just to get a few essentials. Thank god I have an amazing family, it's not even a doubt in my mind, I know they'll welcome us with open arms.

And I say us because there is no way I'll let my daughter stay here with this random woman. No way in fucking hell.