I sat on the floor, knees pulled up to my chest, head buried in my arms trying to block the sounds out, refusing to watch. Jake. How could he do this to me? One of my best friends and my husband. It had not even entered my mind that Jake would not be looking for me. I thought he would be out of his mind with worry, not screwing my best friend. An indescribable pain was searing through my body. Anger, hurt, hatred, and betrayal intoxicated every cell in my body. I felt like an empty vessel. My very soul had been sucked out of me, slowly, painfully. As I sat there being unable to avoid the sounds of Avril reaching her climax and my husband screaming out her name, I began to slot the pieces together. The sudden increase of overnight stays with work he appeared to have, that jewellery receipt
