SEDUCING MY MOM'S HUSBAND

Episode 2

Lisa's Pov

Rushing back home was something I didn't even imagine I could do on my own. My eyes were blurry as I drove all the way back home, not even caring if I hit a car or not. That was how pained I was.

How could a mother sleep with her child's boyfriend?! How?

I came out of the car and went in. I knew it was going to be a goodbye to this place, because if I kept on looking at my mother’s face, I wouldn't be able to control myself and my mouth.

Leaving was a good alternative for me.

"Lisa? What happened? Why are you so pale?"

My father's voice startled me as I stepped into the house. He was seated in the living room, flipping through the pages of a newspaper, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. His anxiety was palpable as he laid down the paper and walked up to me.

“I'm fine, Dad." I half whispered, kissing his cheek as I began to make my way to my room. I really didn't trust myself to talk. Not now, not when I was this angry.

He gently took hold of my arm to restrain me and said, "Lisa, speak to me. Is everything okay? You don't look so fine.”

"It is nothing, Dad. I'll just need to pack my stuff and leave early in the morning."

"Leave? So suddenly? Something's wrong in the office?”

"It's not the office, Dad." I snapped, then immediately regretted my tone. His expression turned to one of hurt, and guilt gnawed at me, "I'm sorry." I whispered, raising my eyes to meet his, "I'm just… Worn out and tired. I need space."

He studied me for a moment, his eyes searching mine for answers, "Lisa, you don't have to do this alone. If something's wrong, you can tell me."

I swallowed hard. If only he knew. If only he could understand the weight of what I'd discovered. However, how could I explain to him that the woman he adored, the woman I knew as my mother, had broken him and me in the most agonizing way?

"I'll be okay." I told him, encouragingly but with a slight, forced smile, "I just need some time to clear my head.

He sighed, letting go of my arm reluctantly, "Alright. But promise me you'll be at the dinner tonight. Your brothers and sisters and I would like to give you a fitting goodbye.

"I promise." I replied quickly, hoping to just end the conversation. I turned and climbed back upstairs, my heartbeat racing in my chest.

Back in the room, I locked the door, stood against it, and took a short, nervous intake. Tears blurred my vision as I slid to the floor, hugging my knees up to my chest.

Leaving was the best option, I reminded myself again. But f**k, why did it hurt so much? I sat on the floor for what felt like hours, the sobs wracking my chest until I felt like I had no more tears to cry. Betrayal, shame, and disbelief all wrapped around inside me, and it left me empty. She had destroyed it all, the person who was meant to be there for me. And Jamie, how could he look in my eyes and feign love while he was screwing my mother behind my back?

When the tears finally dried, exhaustion crept over me like a wave. I sat in silence, merely staring at the ceiling.

“Time to pull yourself together, Lisa. Just sitting around and wallowing in the pain isn't going to help. I had promised Dad I'd be at dinner, and that meant getting everything sorted quickly.” I murmured to myself.

Dragging myself to my feet, I splashed cold water on my face in the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My eyes were red, puffy and my hair was unkempt.

“Get it together, Lisa." I muttered to myself as I tied my hair back, grabbed my keys, and decided to make a run for drinks for dinner on the way; anything not to stay in the house a moment more than necessary.

I went downstairs and passed the kitchen where my mother was arranging some flowers in a pot by the wall. Her gaze rose when she saw me, her face expressionless; then she smiled at me.

The nerve!

However, I would not grant her so much eye contact as well. The pain in my heart wasn't pleasant, but I pressed onward as if she wasn't even there.

Outside, the fresh air felt a little like freedom. I started the car and drove into town to the liquor shop. Having picked a couple of bottles of wine and champagne I was on my way to the car when I saw him.

Jamie.

He leaned against his car, waiting. The picture of him caused my stomach to regurgitate with rage and grief. As soon as he saw me, he straightened up, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Lisa, wait." He called out, walking towards me.

I did not want to speak to him; I did not want to listen to any justification or any excuses, "Get out of my way, Jamie." I said coldly, pushing past him.

"Lisa, please!" He reached out to grab my arm, but I jerked away, glaring at him.

"What part of 'leave me alone' don't you understand?" I snapped, my voice shook-"You have done enough.

"I messed up, okay?" He exclaimed in desperation, "I know I did. But it wasn't what you think…"

"Not what I think?" I spatted and cut him short, "You slept with my mother, Jamie. My mother! What part of that am I misunderstanding?"

He flinched at my sound, his gaze dropping to the floor, "It was a mistake, Lisa. I wasn't thinking straight. I… I love you."

"You don't love me." My voice cracking, "If you did, you would not have betrayed me like this. You don't hurt the people you love."

"Please, Lisa." He insisted, his gaze pleadingly glistening with unfallen tears, "I am just, pleas0, please, grant me another chance. I'll do anything to make this right."

I fixed my gaze on him, as my heart ached both for, and while it begged me to turn and flee, "There's nothing to fix, Jamie. You made your choice, and now I'm making mine. I can't go on living with a boyfriend who my mother has slept with and then thrown away. You are trash, Jamie, and that's where you belong."

I moved away and got into my car, shutting the door hard. He stood there, watching as I drove away, his figure growing smaller and smaller in my rearview mirror.

I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles white. I didn't look back. Never again. When I got home, it was pretty late.

I got out of the car and brought the bottles of wine and champagne inside. My body felt like it was on autopilot as I headed toward the kitchen to drop them off.

But as I approached the kitchen, something caught my eye.

I saw my mother standing by the counter through the slightly ajar kitchen door, holding a small vial and making suspiciously deliberate movements. I decreased my pace and looked in but stayed unseen.

She had a glass in her hand, my father's favorite whiskey tumbler. I watched with horror as she transferred the contents of the vial into the drink and mixed it with a steady, even flow of precision. My heart dropped into my stomach.

What the hell was she doing? She was drugging dad?!