Unforgettable Love

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“When is this divorce going to be over?” I whispered as I closed my eyes. Pulling out my phone, I glanced down at the last text message I received from Robert.
Asshat: Sierra, settle now and things won’t get nasty. We all know you cheated on me first.
Balling my fist up, I wanted to throw my phone. I hated my husband with every ounce of my being. How dare he accuse me of cheating? Feeling sick, I sat back down and closed my eyes. The moment that changed my life forever flashed into my memory.
Pulling into the driveway, I noticed Robert’s BMW. What is he doing home? A smile spread across my face. He must have been paying attention when I said I would be off early today. Maybe he was going to take me out to an early dinner. A movie maybe? After all, it was our six-year anniversary.
Shutting my car door, I smiled as I walked into the house. Things had been tense between us lately; maybe Robert was attempting to make a go at things.
Glancing around, I called for Duke, my black lab. Then I heard a woman’s voice coming from down the hall.
Swallowing hard, I held my breath as I made my way toward the master bedroom. The door was shut and I heard mumbled moans. All the times in college when my friends would tell me what a mistake I was making by marrying Robert rushed back into my memory. He couldn’t be trusted . . . he flirted endlessly with women . . . he would end up cheating on me. Their words played over and over in my head. The underlying fear he would cheat on me hit me like a brick wall as I made my way to our room.
Please, don’t do this to me. Please don’t be cheating on me, Robert.
Reaching for the doorknob, I slowly turned and opened it. My eyes widened in horror as I saw Lisa, my best friend, on all fours as my husband fucked her from behind. Glancing down at the floor, I saw Duke. Goddamn it. My dog was watching my husband screw my best friend!
Quickly closing the door, I turned and rushed down the hallway. Placing my hands over my stomach, I attempted to breathe in the oxygen I was clearly lacking.
When a hand touched my back, I jumped and spun around. Standing before me was my cheating-ass husband.
“Sierra. What are you doing here?”
My eyes widened in horror. “I live here, Robert! What in the hell are you doing? You’re screwing my best friend. In our bed! While my damn dog watched!”
Holding up his hands, he took a step closer to me as I stepped back. “Baby, let me explain.”
Stopping, I held my hand up. “Don’t even. Don’t you dare patronize me, you asshole. Get out. Get out of this house right now!”
Dropping his mouth open and taking a step back, he stared at me. “You don’t know what you’re saying, Sierra.”
Letting out a gruff laugh, I glared at him. “Oh, I know exactly what I’m saying and trust me, you and that little whore in there will pay for this. I swear, Robert. You’re going to pay for this.”
A smirk grew across his face as he tilted his head at me. “Are you threatening me, Sierra?”
My body was trembling, and I fought like hell not to let Robert see. Reaching deep down inside, I pulled out every ounce of strength I could muster up. Placing my hands on my hips, I returned the smirk. “You bet your goddamn BMW I’m threatening you.”
Robert stood there and looked my body over. “You don’t have what it takes, baby, to knock me down.”
Walking up to him with a smile, I placed my hands on his bare chest and slowly moved them down as his eyes lit up. Sliding one hand over his boxers, I grabbed his balls and twisted until he dropped to the floor. Pulling my foot back, I kicked him as hard as I could in the stomach as Lisa let out a scream.
Bending over, I placed my lips to his ear and purred, “Watch me.”
Standing, I pointed to Lisa. “By the time I get back, you both better be out of my house, and throw the damn sheets away. It’s the least you could do.”
Lisa called out for me as I slammed the door shut and ran away as fast as I could.
Opening my eyes, I glanced around the conference room as I pushed the memory from my mind. Awards and degrees were plastered all over the walls. Walker Law Firm was one of the best firms in Austin, if not the best. And I needed the best. Unfortunately, my last lawyer was not working up to the standards Mr. Walker wanted. My dirty rotten husband was now accusing me of cheating on him. He didn’t have a leg to stand on, because for some crazy reason, I stayed faithful to the dickhead.
Yet, he and his lawyer had pulled out every trick they could think of to stall the divorce long enough for me to turn thirty and inherit my trust fund from my father. From emergency surgeries to Robert having the flu.