Betrayed

For the most part, my life was perfect. I had a beautiful home, a loving husband, and now I was expecting my first child. John and I have been trying to have a child for the past ten years. Our dream since we met had been to create a family of our own. We both had rough childhoods and sought comfort in each other. I was his rock, and he was mine. Children were the only thing we were missing. We thought there might have been something wrong with us, and we were about to go to a fertility clinic until I decided to get a check-up. The doctors told me I was diabetic, and my body couldn't handle having kids until I got it under control. We were devastated. All this time, it was because of my health. At thirty years old, I'm the unhealthy one. I had always struggled with my weight, but I never thought that it would prevent me from being able to start my family. I was always made fun of for being heavy, and I was ruthlessly told by my entire family that I needed to do better, even though they were heavier than me. They always gave me advice but never took it themselves. It only made me feel worse, and I got bigger every year. I was not a mother yet, but I already loved my kids and decided at that point that I would change for them. At the time, I was two hundred and thirty pounds. I never got symptoms, but the doctor said many people don't notice the change. I started working out and dieting, along with taking medication. It was a challenging and daunting road to take, but I was able to hold on for my future kids. Just the thought of them suffering because of me or not being able to live because I couldn't change was unacceptable to me. I lost eighty pounds, and my diabetes was gone. I weigh a hundred and fifty pounds now. John had told me that would be a perfect weight for me since I'm not only tall but muscular, too. Don't get me wrong, I'm no bodybuilder, but I am stronger than ordinary girls my age. I love the way I look now and feel good about my body. So when I went to the hospital, and they told me I was now pregnant, I broke down crying. I was so happy to hear that my hard work paid off, and it only took me six months to achieve it. My baby was coming, and I couldn't wait to tell John. I rushed home and constantly looked at the paperwork sitting in the front seat of my car, beaming with joy each time. I knew he would be happy. I pulled into my driveway, pulled out my phone to start recording to get his reaction, and placed it in my shoulder bag that hung across my chest as I rushed into the house. I was about to call out for him until I heard voices. At first, I thought he might be on a call, but then I listened to what was happening. It wasn't voices but noises. Violent noises. My heart began to drop. I've heard those noises before and never thought I would hear them again, not from John. There was loud grunting and a high-pitched moan coming from our bedroom. Those noises brought back horrible memories for me. I've been cheated on before, and it hurt. I thought I loved him but realized it was just an infatuation. But John was more than that. I genuinely loved him, and the thought of reliving a terrible moment with the man I love made me feel like my world was crashing around me. I slowly made my way to the bedroom door, noticing it was slightly ajar. I opened it a little, only enough for my head to be ultimately seen, and what I saw broke my heart. On our bed was John pounding into a beautiful, thin woman. She was Hispanic with long, dark brown hair and gorgeous curves. Her ass was sticking straight up in the air at him as she was bent over, smiling and moaning. He bent down and wrapped his arm around her neck, and pulled her up so their bodies were touching as he continued to f**k her. Her breasts were perfect. Basically, she was everything I wanted to be and everything John told me he liked. She opened her eyes and saw me standing at the door, but her reaction surprised me. She didn't stop and tell him. He didn't even notice me standing there. His face was buried in her hair and neck. She smiled even bigger with a sinister look on her face and reached for his hands. She placed one hand on her p***y and made him rub it and placed the other on her breast and had him fondle it. I almost began to cry. But the rage I felt forced me not to. I wanted to rip her to pieces because this showed me she knew exactly who I was. “f**k me harder, John!” She screamed out in a moan. And with those words, he thrusts in and out harder and faster. All I could do was stand there and watch. I then remembered that my phone was recording everything as it sat in the pouch on my pack across my chest. Knowing I'd at least have evidence for the divorce brought me joy. “Do you like my p***y more than your wife's?” I almost broke my teeth as my jaw clenched at her words. How dare this w***e. John grabbed her by her neck, flipped her around, and pinned her to the bed by her throat. “Listen, you f*****g slut. I don't want to hear you say another thing about my wife. You aren't even half the woman that she is.” “Then why are you f*****g me instead of her? Why are you betraying her like this?” Her voice was calm and slutty. She knew what she was doing. She wanted to break me even more. “The only thing you have that she doesn't is this body.” He moved his hand down from her throat to caress her chest and torso. I felt like I just got the wind knocked out of me. Hearing him say that hurt so badly. “Yours is perfect. But don't think for a second that you have any chance of being with me. My heart and soul belong to her.” Usually, those words would have touched me, but all I felt was disgust and anger. “That's fine. Your d**k belongs to me, though.” She squirmed out from under him and bent down to take him in her mouth. He was facing me, still not noticing I was there, and her ass was in full view. I was disgusted by what I was witnessing. “Now f**k my throat like your marriage was ending.” She said as she looked up at him, stroking his c**k. He grabbed her by the head as he looked down at her and shoved his shaft in her mouth, balls deep with no mercy. I could hear her gagging, but he did not let up. He was actually f*****g her face like our marriage was ending. I waited until I saw him quiver, indicating that he had finished. He held her head for a few seconds longer, then let go. He slowly pulled out, and that's when I pushed the door all the way open. His head snapped up, and she turned her head and smiled at me. “Baby!” He said, rushing to jump out of bed. She grabbed him and tried to hold him. He violently pushed her and said, “Get the f**k off of me!” Once out of her grip, he rushed to my side, still naked. He went to grab me, but I stepped back as I looked down at his body in disgust. “Don’t touch me,” I whispered. “How could you?” I was devastated and angry. All I wanted to do was hurt them both. I always hated hearing stories about those who would harm their spouses and their lovers because of how much love I had for John. I couldn’t imagine wanting to hurt him. But now I realize why those people felt the way they felt. At that moment, I wasn’t thinking about the life we had, the relationship we shared, the love I had felt for him, or even the tiny being inside of me. All I was thinking of was how he betrayed me and how little respect he had for me. “Baby, please. I….I’m so sorry. I love you, my baby. She means nothing to me. She’s just some w***e tha-” “AND THAT MAKES IT OKAY FOR YOU TO CHEAT ON ME!” I shouted, cutting him off. “It’s okay for you to lay with her as long as your heart and soul belong to me, right?” His face turned from sorrowful to horrified. “How long were you standing there?” he asked. “Long enough to know this b***h knows exactly who I am. Did you know she noticed me standing there right away? She smiled at me as you were f*****g ramming into her from behind!” I started tearing up but refused to let my voice crack. “WHAT!” His head snapped at her, and her face turned white. “You f*****g b***h! Why didn’t you stop?” I was pissed at him, but I enjoyed the fear that came over her. “She… I want to be with you, John. We’ve been doing this for the past six months, and she has no intention of giving you the life you deserve. I love you. You should be with me, not her. I can give you a child. She can’t!” Now she was crying. It brought me joy knowing that she was scared of losing him. Wait, did she just say they have been doing this for six months? “I told you, you don’t mean a f*****g thing to me! You’re just a f**k!” He was slowly making his way over to her with pure fury in his eyes, like he wanted to strangle her himself. “And that makes this even worse,” I said. “Had you actually cared about her, I would probably just blame myself, but knowing that she was just a tool to get your rocks off disgusts me even more. What hurts the f*****g most is the fact that you've been doing this since we found out why I couldn't get pregnant. I've been struggling this whole time to make myself better for us, and you've been cheating on me.” The rage was building inside me. “At least I know now. If I'm not perfect, I don't have your loyalty.” I picked up his underwear off the ground and threw it at him before he could say anything. “Put your f*****g clothes on, both of you. And this little act you're putting on doesn’t impress me.” I turned to walk out of the room. “Baby, wait! Where are you going?” He asked frantically. “I don't want to see either of you naked. Get dressed. Now.” I said and closed the door. I walked to the living room and began to hyperventilate. What the f**k just happened? I thought to myself. I looked down at the floor, saw the paperwork I dropped when I came in and began calming myself. My baby would be in danger if I kept feeling this way. Even though I hated my husband at that moment, I still loved the child growing in my belly. It wasn’t their fault their father had done that to me. “John, please!” I heard the girl scream. Scared he was hurting her, I rushed back into the room. Even though I hated her too, I didn’t want him to do anything to her. I ran into the room and saw him trying to get dressed as she pulled on his clothes. She was still naked. “Get the f**k out! This is all your fault! You fat b***h! He’s making me leave!” I looked at him. “You told her to leave?” I asked. He stared at me, confused for a minute, but nodded. “Then get dressed and get the f**k out of my house,” I said, turning my head to look at her. “This isn’t your house, you b***h! It’s his!” John turned to her, “It is her house, you f*****g w***e! Everything in this house belongs to her!” “You can’t do this to me, John! You can’t just f**k me and dump me! Not for this fat ugly b***h!” John was about to strike her, but I grabbed his hand before he could. As much as I wanted him to do it, the last thing I wanted was for him to end up in jail for battery, and from the look of her, she looked like the type who would press charges against him to keep him away from me. “We have both told you to leave. Now, you are trespassing. If you don't leave, I will call the police.” “Yeah, right. You don’t have the courage to do that. As a matter of fact…” She said as she stood. I knew exactly what she would do and let her know so I would be justified in retaliating. She ran up to me and slapped me. Once her hand made contact, I grabbed it and turned her, pinning her arm behind her back. In the same motion, I twisted her hand in the most painful way possible and grabbed her hair with my other hand, and dragged her naked ass out of the room, down the hallway, and into the living room. I let go of her hair and pushed her to the floor, releasing her arm. She was screaming in pain. “You broke my arm!” “Nope, it just hurts,” I said as I turned and almost ran into John. “Keep her here.” I returned to the room and grabbed what clothes I could see belonged to her. “How could you just let her do this to me?” She was screaming again at him. “I love you! Why don’t you love me? She doesn’t give a f**k about you!” I came back into the living room and tossed her clothes at her. “Get dressed now. Because in less than five minutes, I’m tossing you through that door whether you're dressed or not.” “f**k you! I’m not leaving without him! He’s mine!” She continued to shout. I grabbed my phone, ended the recording, and called the police. “Nine-one-one, where is your emergency?” the operator answered. “3850 Ridge Rd. Please send a unit ASAP. I have an intruder in my house, and she is refusing to leave. She's already become violent, but I subdued her. I fear she will keep trying.” I replied. “You f*****g b***h!” She yelled as she realized I was calling the police. “Is this person armed?” “No, she is actually naked, sitting in my living room. I told her to get dressed and leave, but she refused.” “Why is she naked?” “She’s my husband's lover, and I caught them together. We have both told her to leave, and she refuses to leave or even dress herself.” “Is she still trying to attack you?” “Not at the moment. But if she tries to, I will throw her out naked.” “I’ll f*****g rip your throat out!” She said as she stood up from the floor, still holding her wrist. “Okay, ma’am. An officer is already en route, so they should arrive shortly. I’ll stay on the phone until then.” “One moment,” I said as she lunged for me. I stepped to the side while lifting my leg. She tripped and landed face-first into the hard plaster wall behind me. Her nose bled instantly. I put the phone back up to my ear, “She just tried attacking me again. I’m throwing her out.” “Ma’am, I understand, but I have to advise you not to throw her out naked.” “As much as I didn’t want to, I will not have her trying to attack me. I’m pregnant and will not allow her to hurt me or my child.” I regretted saying that the moment it left my mouth. “You’re what!?” she and John shouted simultaneously. “f**k you! You’re not pregnant. You are just making excuses to keep him with you!” She shouted, the fear evident in her voice. “You can have him! I’m not going to be with a man who is willing to step out on me. Unlike you, I have self-respect and morals.” I shouted back at her. The excitement he had when I said I was pregnant was quickly replaced with terror and sadness when he remembered what he had just done to me and figured out that I would be leaving him. “You’re lying! John, she’s lying just to hurt you and get me out.” She was becoming frantic again and started to sound crazy. “Again, you can have his ass!” I yelled. “Ma’am, for your safety, please do not interact with her,” the operator said. At that moment, a knock was heard at the front door. I opened it and saw a police officer standing there. “Hello, ma'am. We got a call that an intruder was in your home,” he said. “Yes, please come on in.” I stepped aside to let him in, and his eye immediately went to the woman on the floor. “What the hell is going on here?” He said with rage in his voice.