My Husband Was Upstairs—His Brother Was in the Water with Me

The Revenge of A Betayed Wife Catherine Latham Synopsis Accidentally, I witnessed my husband made love with his mistress. They laughed at me during their i*********e. More shocking news was that my husband had planned to kill me. After that plan failed, he drugged me and set me up to make love with his cousin. If my reputation was ruined, he could divorce me and get my fortune. I vowed to wreak vengeance on my unfaithful husband and his vicious mistress. They loved s*x so much, hence I must satisfy them. It was supposed to be another ordinary day. But it wasn’t. That day, I went to the hospital where my husband, Aaron Cook worked. He was an OB. It was the follow-up recheck after my seventh abortion. My husband was also my doctor. I also needed to tell him something that I did. What I did the other day was unfair to him. If he wanted to divorce me, I had to give him half of my fortune, for I was the wrongdoer. And conversely, he would give me half of his fortune. Only difference was that I was rich, he wasn’t. I loved him so much that I signed the agreement. Because the traffic was heavier than usual, I was five minutes late. I received a text from his assistant telling me the appointment was cancelled because I was late. At the same time, my husband called me. “Where are you, baby?” A low and magnetic voice came through the speaker. “Stuck in the traffic.” I lied. I didn’t know why, but I lied. I didn’t tell him I was at most twenty steps away from his office. “Becky had some difficulty with her paper. I will come to help her. Since your appointment is canceled, why don’t you go home and have a good rest. You are Ok. There is no need to worry about it.” Aaron said in a hurry. “Sure. Bye. Have a nice day.” I followed his wish and ended the call quickly. “Bye. Love you.” Becky was Becky Cunningham. She was the student doctor guided by my husband. Aaron talked about her a lot. She was hard working. She was easy going. I never doubted anything about them, until now. My woman’s instinct saved me from a miserable life for the rest of my life. I stopped walking, turned around and went straight to Aaron’s break lounge. Everyone was busy. Luckily, I didn’t meet anyone who I knew or who knew me. I twisted the knob of the next door of the lounge. It opened. It used to be a big storage room. Later, it was divided into two by a two-meter tall board. One was still a storage room. The other part became a break lounge. Few doctors took a rest here, except Aaron. And now Becky. The dividing board was only two meters tall and didn’t reach the ceiling. So, what happened in the break lounge could be clearly heard at this side. There was a chair by the wall. And what they were doing could be seen, if I wanted. My suspicion was right. They were indeed there. My heart was beating fast as I got closer to the thin board. A voice in my heart kept stopping me, “April, stop. Stop listening and stop looking...” I didn’t listen, instead I moved the chair from the other side to the board. I put it at the corner and tried to stand on it. It was stable. I peeked. Aaron was sitting on a chair. Becky, whose face was already flushed, straddled on Aaron’s waist and shaking incessantly. Her white coat was half open. Her bra was thrown over her head. Aaron’s hands were caressing her breasts. She moaned with each movement. There was an open condom on the ground. “Let’s try something new.” Aaron put Becky on the desk in front of him He bent over and began to suck and lick the toes on her left foot. She gasped and began to squirm. “Oh, how strange.” Encouraged, he next began to move from one foot to the other, and got the same response. He let his hands glide softly up the tops of her legs to her knees and gently nudged them apart. He leaned over between her splayed legs. Then beginning at the soft inner sides of her thighs, he began to plant wet kisses on each in turn. “Do you like it?” Aaron asked. She nodded. They were so concentrated on each other. They didn’t find me standing just a board away. She accepted his redirection unwillingly and drew her heels back, exposing her back side to him I sat down on the chair and covered my ears tightly with both hands, tears streaming down uncontrollably. No matter how I covered it, those gasps penetrated through my skin and pierced deep into my heart. What should I do? What could I could do? Should I call somebody? Out of blue, I got an great idea.