A Saint's Disguise

Chapter Two: Hello, Saint Jack

"Wow" Jason exclaimed, "you look even better than I remember". Joyce was stunned, she never expected to see him again talkless of here, in her own house, at her birthday party.

But what shocked her the most was how good he looked, she had not seen him in five years and boy had he cleaned up good. I could smell his cologne and it was the sexist manly scent I've ever perceived. His smile was white and flawless, his suit impeccable... damnit, he was handsome.

Jason let out a chuckle, "well someone seems suprised. But before I say anything else, happy birthday Softie". He said closing the gap between us.

Softie, Jason was the only one who ever called me that, and it was like music to my ears. He's also the only one to ever fully understand me, but what was he doing at my birthday party.

"Thank you Jay, and yes, I'm very surprised, what are you doing here?" I asked just before I hear a knock on the door and my husband walks in.

"Baby, what are you doing here alone with a stranger?

"He's not a stranger, he's someone I knew from before and he was just saying hello" I said nervously, "let's return to the party". And we all returned to the hall

The rest of the evening was very faint, in fact I can barely recall the events. My best friend, Sofia, presented her surprise gift, in fact she was the only one to gift me that day. My own husband "forgot" or so he claims. Victoria stood at the center of the room with this satisfied smirk on her face that I can only chalk up to the fact that she was gloating at the sight of my humiliation. I couldn't take it anymore and excused myself for bed, sighting my nasty headache as an excuse.

Jack didn't come to bed that night, I fell asleep as soon as I dropped on the soft sheets and only had nightmares. When I woke up around 3am, he still wasn't in bed. "Perhaps he fell asleep putting our daughter to bed". I thought aloud, so I got up, put on my silk robe and headed downstairs to check on them.

Halfway down the hall downstairs, I started hearing sounds, heavy moaning sounds coming from our guest room. My heart started beating rapidly and my stomach sank as I approached the source of the noise. The room was dimly lit and the door slightly ajar, it had just enough light to see what was going on within.

I could see her... Victoria, she stood close to the bed, completely naked and bare and my husband, the love of my life was on his knees between her legs, licking her voraciously, like he hadn't eaten in days. Her hand clung to his hair as he moaned his name aloud, over and over again... without a care in the world, they had no respect for my home, they had no respect for me. I could feel the rage moving from my toes to my head. How dare he do this in our house, on my birthday. I could feel the hot tears stream down my face as I watched but somehow, I couldn't turn my face away.

Jack had stopped pleasuring her with his tongue, he bent her over, her hands and knees on the edge of the bed as he plunged into her. "f**k baby, you're so wet and ready for daddy, aren't you" he said and Victoria moaned in agreement. "I'll f**k you till you can't stand anymore". I couldn't believe my ears, was this even the man I knew? Since when did he speak like that? He had never cussed in front of me even while we had sex...Never. The way he called her name, the way they f****d, the way he groaned in pleasure when she rode him, I had never seen it before, never. I didn't realize when I walked away or when I returned with a knife in my hand but I stopped myself at the door. I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Jack kissed me that night when he returned. I didn't flinch or pull away, didn't want him see the hurt in my eyes so I kept them shut and pretended to be asleep. "I'm sorry for not getting you a present my love, I'll make it up to you" he whispered, kissing my forehead.

The next morning, the house smelled of fresh coffee and toast. Jack appeared at the kitchen doorway as usual with a smile on his face, perfectly combed hair, and a cup of coffee in his hand

"Morning sweetheart," he said leaning against the door. "Sleep well?"

I glanced at him from across the counter, where I was cutting fruit. "Like a baby," I muttered.

He laughed. "Good, I didn't want to wake you, but our daughter is up".

I nodded.

He smiled, completely unaware. “You know, I’ve been thinking… we should go away this weekend. Just the two of us. A little getaway. What do you think?”

I sliced another strawberry. “Sounds fun. Where?”

He shrugged casually, “Someplace quiet. The cabin by the lake. Just us. No interruptions.”

I nodded slowly "That would be nice".

He hesitated, leaning closer, lowering his voice like he was about to say something intimate. “Joyce… I know I’ve been busy lately. Work’s been...”

I cut him off, polite but cold. “I know, Jack. You’ve been busy. Don’t worry about it.”

He blinked, slightly thrown by my calmness. “I just… I hate it when we’re not… connected.”

I nodded. “I understand.”

He reached over, trying to take my hand and I let him... For three seconds, then I pulled it back, trying to hide my disgust.

Jack frowned, “Everything okay?”

I tilted my head, calm. “Everything’s perfect.” He studied me for a long moment. Then shrugged, as if satisfied. “Good. I love you, Joyce.”

“Love you too,” I said with a faint smile.

I waited until his footsteps disappeared before I picked up my phone and called the only person I knew could fix my broken heart.