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2029 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author.
Author's Note
: Okay, not really a Burn the Bitch, but not a reconciliation either. More a middle of the road like a lot of marriages.
I Don't Believe You
I was sitting at my desk looking through some resumes on Indeed. I was looking for a new executive assistant as Molly, she's my current EA, was leaving in a month to have a baby and I needed someone to fill in for her while she was on maternity leave. Anyway, I was scanning through all the EA resumes when I came across my wife's profile. I didn't even know she was looking as she had just had our son, Brandon, two months ago and was still on maternity leave. Then I noticed the date posted. It was from right after we were married.
I smiled to myself as I remember how excited she was to have found a job so quickly. We got married right out of college. I already had a position with a big firm in a suburb of Chicago. Her new job would require her to take the train into the city. I wasn't happy about that but what could I do. She was happy and I liked her when she was happy. I tried to make her happy as much as I could. Mindy and I, I'm John, have been married for eight years. It has been a happy eight years and when she told me she was pregnant, I was even happier. Even though we had never talked about having children so soon. We were only twenty-nine years old and both just getting established in our careers.
I sat there looking at Mindy's resume when I read something I had never seen in a resume for an EA before. I shook my head in disbelief. "I will gladly meet the executive's every need." Huh? What did she mean? I suddenly got a pain in my stomach. I thought I was going to throw up. I buzzed Molly.
"Yes sir," she replied.
"Could you come in here a minute?" I asked.
"Be right there."
She came waddling into my office, a smile on her face. She was ready to have her baby, I just hoped it didn't happen today.
"What can I do for you, sir?" she asked.
"What do you make of this phrase in this resume?"
I had scrolled the document so you couldn't read the name. She bent over next to me and read the line I was pointing too. She gasped, standing up quickly.
"Whose resume is that?" she asked.
"Doesn't matter. What does that line mean? It obviously caught your attention."
"It means that woman will do anything the exec wants, including having sex with him."
"How do you know that?"
"There was a headhunter a while back, that told me that and said if I put that in my resume there were some pretty big hitters in the business world who would pay me handsomely to come work for them if I agreed to that."
"What?" I gasped.
"Yeah, that's what I said. I looked him in the eye and told him I was married. He said it doesn't matter to these execs. I was shocked. I got up and walked out of his office."
"Do any of the resumes you have received have that line in them?"
"No, thank god. Besides, I know you're not that kind of man."
"Well, thank you, Molly."
"Whose resume is that?" she asked again.
"It's just one I found online for someone looking for an EA job."
"Ah, okay," she replied, turned and left my office.
I sat there now stunned about what I just learned about my wife. My stomach was still stirring and my blood started to boil with anger. I also felt betrayed by my wife. But, before I confronted her, I had to be sure, that was what she was doing. Then another thought crossed my mind. Was Brandon mine? Well, that I could check on with a DNA test. I picked up the phone and called my doctor's office to make an appointment for the next day. They couldn't get me in until the day after that, but that was okay. Ten in the morning day after tomorrow. I then called my boss and told him I wouldn't be in until late the day after tomorrow. He said that was fine. Didn't even ask me why.
Getting out of my chair, I walked to my office door to tell Molly.
"I'll be getting in late on Thursday," I said.
She looked down at my calendar, turned to me.
"You have an appointment with Mr. Dodson at two."
"That's fine, I'll be here by then. Do I have everything I need for that meeting?"
"You do. The folder is on your desk, sir."
"Molly, how many times do I have to tell you, you don't have to sir me?" I asked.
"A lot, sir." I shook my head as I smiled at her.
"Stop that. My name is John, please."
"Okay, okay, John," she said in a teasing voice.
"You really know how to exasperate me, don't you?"
"Do I, sir?" she said frowning.
"Go home and exasperate your husband, I shouldn't need you for the rest of the day."
It was three in the afternoon, so she was getting off two hours early. I turned and went back to my office.
"Thank you, John," she shouted to me as I sat in my chair.
I sat there staring at the resume on my monitor. The feelings of anger and betrayal raged in my mind. She got that job eight years ago, that might mean she had been fucking someone else for almost our entire marriage. That pissed me off even more. I wanted to scream but, I would have to wait to do that. Then I wondered if 'he' was stopping by the house while I was at work. Damn it. Now I didn't want to go home because I just know I would want to beat the living shit out of Mindy. Then it hit me, I didn't know anything for sure. I slowly calmed down at that thought.
But I had to know. How... well I already had a plan for that. But what if Brandon was mine? What does that prove? She stopped fucking him or had him use a rubber while she was off the pill? And why didn't she talk to me before going off the pill? So many questions, not too many answers. I picked up my desk phone and dialed home. It went to voice mail. I then dialed Mindy's cell phone. It too went to voice mail. Deeper and deeper. I printed out her resume, got it off the printer and put it in my briefcase. I sat back down, closed my eyes, and wept silently.
~~~ I D B Y ~~~
On my way home, my cell rang. It was Mindy. I let it go to voice mail. I really didn't want to talk to her. As I drove down the street, I saw her car was in the driveway. So, she must have been out. I shook my head as I pulled up next to her car. I was dreading going into the house, except I did want to see Brandon. Then I thought what if he's not mine? My stomach did flip-flops. I sat there for just a couple of minutes. I sighed as I started to open my door and Mindy was there ready to knock on the window. She must have been watching for me. She stepped back letting me get out. Then she was all over me. I just stood there looking tired.
"What's wrong dear?" she asked confused.
"Nothing, I'm just tired and there is something wrong with my stomach. I made a doctor's appointment but, it's not until Thursday. Sorry."
"Oh my poor baby," she said. "Come in the house and I'll take good care of you."
I almost blurted out, "like you have been doing to Jake Travers" but I held my tongue. I locked my car, leaving my briefcase inside. I followed Mindy up to the house and inside. She pulled me into the bedroom and started to take off my clothes. I pushed her away.
"I can undress and maybe it's best you stay away from me. After all, you have to take care of Brandon," I said hanging up my suit coat.
"Okay, sweetheart," she replied slowly leaving the bedroom.
Backing up, I sat on the bed and just sighed. The anger and betrayal I had felt all day made me so damn tired. I undressed putting on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I then went to the guest room and lay down. My mind was racing with what I didn't know. It was driving me crazy. I closed my eyes and I must have fallen asleep, the next thing I knew I was being shaken. It was Mindy.