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Toying with my husband after discovering his affair with my sister
Using the advice I was given to leave Brad wanting
I make sure I have a clear view of my home through the reflection of Mrs Johnson’s windows. I do my best to pay attention to what my lovely neighbour is telling me about her newest plants, but my heart is hammering so hard in my chest that it’s all I can hear as Brad and Clara come to the door, him seeing her off.
I suppose I should be reassured that it doesn’t seem like a loving goodbye. Clara confidently prowls out of my house and gets into her annoyingly clean Corvette but Brad makes sure his eyes are on me the entire time. He misses the obnoxious kiss she blows him which perks my mood the tiniest bit.
Watching them is like a dull, white noise fizzing in my brain blocking out everything else. I do feel sorry for using Mrs Johnson in this way, but I’m sure if she knew why, she wouldn’t mind. She’s never kept it a secret that she has never liked Brad.
Giving Clara a hurried wave as she drives off, Brad slams the front door shut, the noise of it echoing across to me and Mrs Johnson who looks less than impressed. My Easter wreath wobbles erratically before falling to the floor.
How fucking symbolic.
