Wife Swap - S01 E43

6 months ago

Wife Swap - S01 E43

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 43

Rome pov

She watches me drive off. I don't want to leave, heck i don't even know what i want. All i desire is to be with her. I stop at corner, out of sight. Maybe is should drive back and beg her to come with me.The thought flits through my mind, tempting me with a glimmer of hope. But, i know better that none that ever ends well.

I hate everything i am feeling. I hate that Mason is there with her. Giving him all the opportunity and power to manipulate her. That bastard is good at selling, that is why he excellences as a pharmaceutical rep. He can sell anything. He knows how to make you feel incomplete, how to prey on your fears and insecurities, positioning himself as the missing puzzle piece, the ultimate savior you desperately need.

I bet he is doing that. Are they on the same bed? It's maddening to imagine him touching her, to envision her willingly surrendering herself to him. It is crazy that i am bothered by a man touching his wife. I can't believe that a girl i found so stuck up and boring is now stuck in my head and the only thing i think will bring me peace is to be with her.

The intrusive sound of my phone ringing interrupts the chaotic whirlwind of my thoughts, It is Esme. I did leave her at the house and told that she should be gone when i return. I hang up on her. I already have a bad day, and she will make it worse.

A message pop.

You don't want to do this. Let's talk. If not, you will be the one to suffer. I will take you to the cleaners.

Threats are what she results to when she doesn't get her way.

Don't push me more than you have already done.

I reply and put my phone away. I should have just ignored her. However the resentment I've built up over time seeks an outlet, and she happens to be the unfortunate target.

You are too much of a sissy to scare me. She sends another text.

I ball my fist and exhale. She is on a roll to bring out the worst in me. I throw my phone on the passenger seat. I can't wrestle with a pig in a mud pool, she will enjoy while i will be soiled.

The phone screen lights up again and i look away, ignoring it. Maybe it is Athena and she is saying she is ready, i go back for her. I pick my phone and glare at the message on my screen. My blood boils, a seething anger coursing through my veins like a raging river, as the venomous words echo in my mind, fueling the fire within.

He fucks better. She is not leaving him for you. I reread and confirm if it is from Esme. I still can't believe that she would just easily say those words. The last respect i had for her goes out of the window and any kindness i intended to extend during the divorce as well disappears. I am determined to give her nothing.

I release a guttural growl and hit my back on my seat severally, When i check again my phone i find that the message has been deleted for me. It is like she realizes what she has done. However, the damage is done.

On my phone it shows that she is typing and i wait for another blow and disrespect from some one i used to love.

I did not write that, Senna did. She texts again.

I don't care. I respond and turn my data off and when i realize that may not be enough i turn my phone off.

Anger swells, a torrent of emotions floods my senses. The betrayal, humiliation, fueling the fiery inferno within me. She has never bothered to acknowledge what she did was wrong. She can't comprehend the gravity of the matter. The initial pain i felt at first hits me again. My best friend betraying me. Making me a fool every time we were together.

They must have had a great time laughing about how their spouses were stupid for not suspecting anything every time they met. My fists clench and unclench in response to the rage that consumes me. Each recollection of the betrayal is carved in my mind, an indelible mark of the disrespect I have suffered. I scrutinize every word and deed with the precision of a surgeon, looking for a method to exact payback.

I drive back through Athena's house, hoping to see her one last time. All the lights are off, she is probably asleep and i don't feature anywhere in her thoughts or dreams. He fucks better. She is not leaving him for you. The words ring in my head. I dismiss the thought of Mason lying beside her. I have faith she has sense and will do what is right for her even if I am not the right thing for her or we will never meet again, getting away from him is all i can wish for her. If only she knew the power she has... and how much she is capable of...

I sigh and promise myself to drive and don't stop or spare my brain to think. I turn my player on avoiding all the songs we spend hours and days dancing to and choose to listen to Daughtry. Their lyrics are always emotional and i am not afraid to feel... just on last time.