The s*x Addicts Wife

You're early!?

Judes POV

Walking out of work my phone notifications go off, checking it I see, it's my fiancee.

Wifey to be - can we have dinner tonight? I need to talk to you.

Well that doesn't sound good. Things have been stressed between us. Mostly because she is planning a wedding that's so big and lavish, it'll take me 40 years to finally pay it off.

Me- of course. I'll pick you up at 7.

Wifey to be- ok. Thank you

Me - no problem. Love you.

Wifey to be - see you at 7.

What, no love you too? She must be pissed about something. I have absolutely no idea what the f**k I did this time?

It's 5 oclock, I got 2 hours before I gotta pick up Kandis. I had offered her to move in with me before I purposed, but she didn't like where my apartment was. But I figured she'd move in after we were engaged, but shes still living at home with her parents. Claiming my place is in an “unsafe part of town.” Que the eye roll.

Unlocking my front door I head to the bathroom to shower and get ready. I text Kandis when I'm done getting dressed.

Me- hey babe, hope you had a good day, I'll pick up you up in and hour or so.

No response.

I still have an hour, so I make my lunch for tomorrow and start a load of laundry.

The alarm on my phone sounds, and now it's time to go pick her up for dinner. She still hasn't texted me back, which is weird. But without giving it a second thought I head to her parents house.

I'm a little early as I pull on to her street. There's a truck parked on the street in front of the house. I can see that the people inside are all over each other. Who parks in front of someone's house and makes out?!

The passenger door opens and Kandis gets out. She laughs as she's pulling her skirt down, she turns around and blows a kiss to the driver of the truck.

I swiftly pull over and watch as the truck pulls off the curb and heads my way. The driver is a man I don't know. His blonde hair is messed up, he's got lipstick kiss marks on his neck, and his shirt is unbuttoned. I immediately get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Kandis cheating on me? The f**k?

After he turns the corner I pull up to her house. She barely made it to the front door. She turns around at the sound of my engine. The color draining from her face. That's all the confirmation I need. My heart sinks as I cut the engine and get out of the car.

“Jude!? Baby!” She says, her voice shaking a little bit. “ You're early!?”

“ No, I think I got here at the exact time I needed too.” I say walking around my car.

I sit on the hood as she starts walking towards me.

“I don't understand what you mean?” She says shifting her weight between her feet as she stands in front of me. I examine her face, her lipstick is smired. Her hair is messy. For f***s sake! There's a hickey on her collar bone.

“Who was that?” I gesture down the road with my head, my arms crossed on my chest.

“Who?” She tries to sound so innocent. Her lying ber eyes darting around me.

I just raise my eyebrow. She can't be serious!

“Oh! He's just a friend, he gave me a ride home.” She says wrigging her hands, she's avoiding eye contact. Her tell tale signs she lying.

“Kandis. I watched you get out of his truck. I can see the hickey on your neck. I saw your lipstick on his face. Try again.”

“I'm sorry Jude!” She starts crying. “Please forgive me! I've been so stressed planning this wedding! I just needed to relax and have some fun!"

Can't believe this. All the s**t I've done for her. Her ridiculous demands for our wedding. I can't even look at her.

Without saying anything else. I stand up and walk back to the driver's side door.

“ Good bye Kandis.” Is all I say as I open the door and get in.

“Jude! What?!” She's sobbing now. She turns to my door as I shut it.

“Let's talk about this! It was an accident! It didn't mean anything!” She starts banging on my window. “Jude! Please! We can still get married! It won't happen again! I promise! Jude!” She starts screaming when I start the car.

“No! Jude! Don't do this!" She cries, slamming her hands on the hood of the car as I back out.

I don't even look back at her. I would have never thought it would end like this… or end for that matter. But like this? Today? I'm speechless. I drive home in silence.

I walk into my apartment like a zombie. I'm numb. My brain has checked out and my chest hurts.

I thought Kandis was it. I loved her more than anything. Was it perfect? No. Did we have arguments? yes. But that's what love is, this is real life, not the movies.No one is perfect. I sure as hell ain't perfect, and she had her flaws. but I thought it was love. Memories start flashing before my eyes. It's painful, I can't believe I was going to marry someone so selfish, so ridiculous that her excuse for cheating was she was stressed about planning OUR wedding!?!? Suddenly all memories are trained. Things I thought were cute or adorable now seem whiny and pathetic.

I strip my clothes off and walk into the bathroom. I step into the shower without caring about the temperature of the water.

I just stand under the cold water until it warms up and then eventually becomes too hot and I shut it off. I step out of the shower and stand in front of the mirror. my skins red from the hot water, my eyes are bloodshot. I look down at my chest, I expect to see a hole where my heart was ripped from my body. but it's not there. I rub the spot and whence at my reflection in the mirror.

I head straight to bed from the bathroom. I'm not in the mood for eating or watching TV.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. I refuse to think about Kandis and her bullshit. She once called me "cold", she has no idea. This wasn't the first time I'd been made a fool of by a woman I thought I was in love with, and probably won't be the last.

If she knows what's good for her she'll leave me alone. I shake my head as my phone continues to vibrate on the night stand. I roll over and grab it. There's thirty missed calls from her. I quickly block her number and toss the phone back on the table.

Sleep doesn't come and I spent the night staring at the ceiling. I'm mad at myself. I'm so mad I can't even remember why I would even consider saying that woman much less to ask her to marry me. Was I THAT desperate? Im a decent guy, yeah I had my player days back in high school, but who doesn't? I'm in my mid twenties now and I'm ready! I'm ready to be a husband, to be a dad. I sound like a wuss, I groan as my alarm starts beeping.