PRISCILLA’S POVMoans filled the air as I made my way into the bedroom that I shared with my husband.What was going on? Still not believing my ears, I pushed open the door and what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. For a minute, I couldn't breathe. My husband was laying on the bed while his ex, Pamela — the one he assured me was no threat to me— rode him. She bounced up and down on top of him, her skirt hitched around her thighs. I stood there, frozen in disbelief. “Oh, harder, Brent,” she cried wantonly. “Harder.”The world seemed to slow down as I watched them, my mind racing with a thousand different emotions. Betrayal, anger, heartbreak—they all swirled together inside me. How could he do this to me? How could he break my trust so completely?She continued her moans while I just stood there, tears pooling rapidly in my eyes.I must have made a noise because Pamela looked back and threw a wicked smile at me when she saw me. Blindly, I pushed out of the room, made my way out
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