Ex-Wife Ecstacy

CHAPTER 1

Every other morning got Sheila smiling about her decision to walk out of her husband’s roof by signing a couple of documents.

She did not think it would be that easy, but this morning, she had messed things up. She felt like the skeletons in her wardrobe had been discovered.

Sheila awoke with a sudden jolt, her head pounding as the remnants of the night before swirled in her mind like fog. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear the haze in her brain, only to feel an unsettling pressure building behind her eyes. Her sheets felt unusually cool against her skin, almost too cold. Slowly, she lifted the covers, and the realization hit her like a bolt of lightning.

She was naked, all feeling funny down there, and when she sat up on the bed, she realized that her favourite pant was left lying alone on the broad-coloured marble-tiled floor.

She rushed out of bed with her pointed n****e pointing to the ceiling, and her breasts kept dangling in a warlike manner. Her heart raced, and a wave of panic crept up her spine. What happened last night? The fragments of the evening flashed before her like broken pictures. She remembered laughter, the clink of glasses, and music… but the details were fuzzy and fragmented, as if someone had erased pieces of the night entirely.

She could feel the weight of her body, sore and heavy, as though she’d been stretched thin in some unknown way. Sheila rubbed her eyes, trying to recall the events that led up to this moment, but everything seemed out of reach. Her breath caught in her throat when a faint but distinct memory surfaced, of someone’s hand on her shoulder grabbing her throat from behind, a soft whisper in her ear, a sensation of warmth and desire…

A knock on the door broke her from her thoughts.

"Sheila, sweetie, you up yet?" It was Patricia’s voice, loud, almost too loud for the time of day, the kind of voice that made you want to roll your eyes but couldn’t escape.

Patricia. Her neighbor. The one who always knew everything before anyone else did. Sheila’s heart sank slightly. Patricia had a way of worming her way into one’s business, slipping into your life with a sweetness that masked her true intentions. She'd always been a fixture in Sheila's life, whether she wanted her to be or not.

"Come in, Patricia," Sheila called, her voice hoarse, still trying to make sense of the chaotic feelings swirling inside her.

The door creaked open, and there stood Patricia in her usual attire, a brightly coloured robe that screamed "Look at me" and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. She looked far to put together for someone who had likely been up since dawn gossiping about the entire block.

"Good morning, darling," Patricia chirped, stepping into the room without waiting for an invitation. "How’s the head? You look like you've been through a hurricane."

Sheila didn’t know how to respond. Her mind was still trying to piece together the fragments of last night, but Patricia seemed far too chipper for someone who had probably been involved in whatever mess Sheila had gotten herself into.

"Patricia, I…" Sheila trailed off, struggling to put words to her confusion. "What happened last night?"

Patricia perched on the edge of Sheila's bed, far too comfortable for Sheila’s liking. She looked at her with a knowing grin. "Well, honey, that’s an interesting story, isn’t it?"

Sheila sat up, her stomach churning, unsure whether to be angry, embarrassed, or simply intrigued."

Come on, Sheila, don’t look so shocked. You only had some fun, that’s all," Patricia continued, her voice dripping with amusement. "You were out at the club, all dressed up, and by the time you’d had a few too many shots of tequila, you were dancing like nobody’s business. He had to practically drag you out of there before you did something you’d really regret."

Sheila’s mind buzzed. She could vaguely remember the club now, the music blaring, the lights flashing, the heat of the crowd pressing against her skin. But beyond that? Nothing. ”Who is the ‘he’, she thought”. But she knew too well not to cut in with too many questions.

"And what happened after that?" Sheila asked, her voice trembling with a mixture of curiosity and dread.

Patricia’s lips curled into an exaggerated pout. "Well, darling, you were beyond tipsy, and when you got back here, you were looking for trouble. And guess what? Trouble found you. I’m not one to judge, but let’s just say you didn’t waste any time throwing yourself at the first man who caught your eye."

Sheila’s heart thudded in her chest. She couldn’t remember who she’d been with. Was it one of the men from the club? She racked her brain, but nothing came up. Patricia seemed to take pleasure in the uncertainty swirling around Sheila’s head.

Patricia leaned in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "It’s not like you to do something like this, Sheila. Usually, you’re so controlled, so composed, so proper. But last night? You were wild. Free, even." She gave Sheila a knowing look, as though she were dissecting her every move.

Sheila’s mind raced, trying to sift through the fog, but all she could focus on were the facts that Patricia was dropping, and the uncomfortable truth that, even though the night had been a blur, her body told a different story. Her skin tingled, and the evidence of something more intimate and raw was unmistakable. She couldn’t ignore it. She had slept with someone.

But who?

Patricia stood up and gave Sheila an exaggerated wink, as though she knew more than she was letting on. "Anyway, you had a good time. Enjoy yourself, I’d say. You should probably be thanking me for getting you home safe, though. Wouldn’t want you to end up in the wrong hands, now would we?"

C’mon, girl, I overheard everything, the bed creaks, the thudding on the foam, the moans and grunts… You probably lasted for six hours. 12am-6am.

Sheila blinked. Her heart skipped,” I’m not a w***e, maybe she’s lying”, she thought.

Patricia laughed softly, her gaze lingering just a moment too long. "Oh, darling, I was only looking out for you. But you should be careful. I hear there’s more than one man around here who wouldn’t mind taking a bit more than your attention."

Sheila didn’t know how to respond. Patricia had a way of always planting seeds of doubt, twisting the truth just enough to keep Sheila on edge, questioning everything. Sheila’s heart pounded too fast and then, she could hear it herself, hitting hard. And then, as if on cue, there was a knock at the door again, but this time, it was coming from the hallway, far too far for anyone to have heard. It made Sheila freeze.

Was there someone outside?