The Gingerbread Man is My Billionaire Boss

Chapter 2: Broken Promises

After dinner, I tucked Bella into bed and kissed her goodnight, as I had been doing alone for the past few months.

Sometimes my memories would stray to the days when Tommy used to hold me in his arms as he would sing lovely songs to Bella while she was still in my tummy. Or the days when he would still render a hand around the house, helping me wash up after dinner, or massage my feet whenever I complain that they hurt.

“Where is Daddy?” Bella asked, before I could turn her night lamp off, her tiny voice soft and innocent.

“Daddy has a lot of work to do in the office, hun,” I replied, forcing down the lump in my throat. I turned off the night lamp and kissed her once more. “Sleep well.”

Once I was out of her room, I eagerly prepared myself for a relaxing bath. Tommy and I hadn't shared a romantic evening in 3 months. Mainly because he is always gone and I am always so tired from caring for our daughter and managing the house. Tonight, I decided, I would do something special just for us. I smiled to myself at the thought.

I rummaged through my closet, searching for something enticing to reignite the fading spark in our marriage. I needed to remind Tommy why he once loved me so deeply.

As my fingers brushed over a piece of red lingerie I had no memory of, I picked it up and inhaled its fresh scent, a hint of fabric softener lingering. Holding it up, I pressed it against my body.

“Must have been mine,” I thought, puzzled by its tiny size. “Have I put on so much weight?”

I sighed, tugging at my love handles and the soft curve of my belly. My biggest insecurity after giving birth.

“This lingerie is probably older than Bella, before I was pregnant. Maybe he won't remember it, just as I don’t quite recall when it was mine. Perhaps tonight is the night to wear it.” I decided, refusing to let the size discourage me.

With that thought, I hopped into the shower, taking the time to shave and scrub my skin delicately. Once I was done, not without a struggle, I managed to slip into the red lingerie, a color I’d never favored, but tonight it felt undeniably sexy. The bra was extremely tight, pushing my once perky breasts up enticingly, while the tight panties, though not my usual style, brought out something that I was falling in love with. My hips looked wider, my butt firmer, and my legs slimmer.

I was no longer the size 4 Shelly. I was now a solid size 8, and I had to find a way to love it.

To set the atmosphere, I lit his favorite Strawberry Shortcake candles and scattered rose petals across the bed and along the floor, creating a trail toward the door. The atmosphere was screaming nothing but hot, passionate s*x.

Moments later, I heard the front door open, my heart leaping in joy as I reclined on the bed in a seductive pose.

I stared at the clock on the wall as each second ticked I became more and more anxious and impatient. After more than ten minutes of waiting, he still hadn’t emerged. The atmosphere was losing its taste of hot pleasure, desperate moans and deep groans. Growing restless, I shifted into different poses, wondering what was taking him so long.

Curiosity getting the better of me, I crept out of the bedroom, I slowly moved to the doorway and peered down the hallway. The house was as still as a mouse. Tiptoeing against the cold floor, I searched Bella’s room. She was fast asleep, just as I had left her. The guest room was empty as well.

My heart quickened as I made my way toward the living room.

Just before I reached the living room, I heard soft giggles and faint whispers, accompanied by muffled moans—sounds unmistakably feminine.

Panic surged through me. I swallowed hard, heart racing as I moved towards the kitchen, where I suspected the sounds originated.

The kitchen door was slightly ajar. The glow from outside illuminated through the curtains enough to see.

Before I dared to peek inside, I stifled a silent cry.

Could it be? My husband has brought someone else home thinking I would be asleep? How long has this been happening?!

No No. Not my husband Tommy, he would never do something like this to hurt me.

I argued with my thoughts just when I heard a light moan again. My worries were now brewing inside me. My heart was now hanging on by threads.

I was still dressed in only the lingerie that I was going to surprise him with, but at this moment I couldn't care less. I needed to know the truth.

Was she the reason why he had been acting so distant with his daughter and me lately? Was she the reason he works so late? Who is she? The questions were lingering in my mind.

Summoning every ounce of courage, I wiped my tears away and quietly pushed the kitchen door wide open.

My brain paused for a second. My jaw fell apart. I stood frozen as a few tears bolted down my sorrowful face. Being a witness to infidelity and being the victim at the same time, shattered my heart into a thousand irretrievable pieces.

Tommy was there, his body silhouetted against the dim light, he was passionately banging another woman. I couldn't recognize her face, but I could see him holding her against the kitchen island. Her skirt was lifted over her plump ass as she bent over. The rhythmic frenzy of his waistline and his firm butt was cloaked in the shadows. With every stroke she moaned. But his huge hands were wrapped around her mouth suppressing her voice just the way he used to with me.

“Tell me you want more!” he whispered hoarsely, lost in his passion, oblivious to my presence.

The reality of the moment struck me like a cold wave, leaving me crumbling on the inside. I flicked the kitchen lights on to witness that they both scrambled to cover themselves in shock. Then another reality hit me like a slap across the face.