Jo's head was shaking.
"Joanne? Are you going to let me in?" Freddy's voice said again through her buzzer.
"Y-yeah, just a sec." She told him.
Fuck! What am I going to do?!
She looked around the corner and saw White Ryan, their sons best friend, had finally finished lubing his cock, preparing to fuck her arsehole again.
"You need to hide!" She shouted at him.
"What, why?" Ryan asked.
"It's my hus.... It's Freddy!" Jo shouted.
"That's fine," Ryan said with a smile, "Maybe it's time we let people know about us."
Us? What does he mean us?!
"No, Ryan, please. He can't find out. Please just hide!" Jo begged him.
"Jo, come on, he's going to find out sooner or later, so is Tom, why not now?" Ryan said which just struck more fear into Jo.
They will find out? Why? What does he think this is?!
She didn't have time to argue though as Freddy buzzed the door again.
"Okay, yes," Jo said back to Ryan, "we will tell them, but Freddy can't find out like this. I owe him that much."
"But..." Ryan went to speak back but Jo interrupted him.
"Please Ryan, you just hide, let me get rid of Freddy and then we can do whatever you want." Jo begged and pleaded with her eyes.
"Fine." Ryan huffed, clearly not happy but Jo just wanted him to hide.
He went into the bathroom and locked the door.
Right, Jo, Come on.
She put on her dressing gown and sprayed the room to mask the smell of cigarette smoke.
"Come on up." She said and buzzed in Freddy.
It was a few, painful minutes later when he knocked on her door.
"Hey." Jo said when she saw him.
It was strange, part of Jo expected to feel really sad when she saw Freddy, to miss him, but... she didn't.
"Hey, I hope you don't mind me just popping over?" Freddy asked.
"No of course, come in." Jo said and opened the door wider.
Why do I not feel that sad?
Jo questioned,
I suppose, part of me thought our marriage ended a long time ago .
"So, I wanted to give you the last of your stuff and a few letters that have come for you." Freddy said and placed a box down onto the table in the hallway.
"Oh, erm, thanks." Jo replied.
Is that really all he came over for?
"It's a nice place you have," Freddy said as he looked everywhere but at Jo herself, "Have you spoke to Tom lately?"
"We spoke on the phone the other day, he seems to be taking all of this well." Jo replied.
"He does, I'm glad about that." Freddy said.
Freddy kept looking at the floor and Jo was trying to figure out what he wanted.
"Why are you really here Freddy?" She eventually asked, not wanting to beat around the bush.
"I erm, I don't know, I wanted to see you, I guess." Freddy said, nervously.
"Why?" Jo asked.
"Why?" Freddy replied and finally looked at her, his eyes showed sadness, "We have been married for years, we have a son. Then I find all of this about you and don't see you for months and you wonder why I would miss my wife?"
"I'm sorry," Jo whispered, realising how heartless she was being, "I didn't mean it like that."
"No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you." Freddy replied.
"So, how've you been?" Jo asked, finding the whole situation awkward, even more so since their sons best friend was in the other room waiting to fuck her.
"Not bad," Freddy said back with a croak in his voice, "it's strange, being at home alone."
"I bet." Jo said back to him.
"Are you... are you seeing anyone, yet?" Freddy asked.
With him not being able to look at her, Jo's eyes darted to the bathroom, just praying that Ryan wouldn't come out and ruin anything.
"No." She whispered back, hoping Ryan wouldn't hear.
"And Claire and Jason?" Freddy, just hearing Freddy say their names shocked her, "are they out of the picture? Since I found out?"
"Erm, it's complicated." Jo told him.
She didn't want to lie to him anymore, but there was no way Jo was going to tell Freddy that they were now blackmailing her with a video of her getting fucked by their son.
"If there's any way that I can help." Freddy whispered.
He still wants to help me? After everything I've done.
"I don't know how you could." Jo replied, feeling disappointed in herself.
"I see," Freddy said to her, "I also... oh god, I spoke to someone about divorce papers."
That cut Jo deep,
it's actually happening.
"I should have them ready in the next few weeks." Freddy said.
"Oh." Is all Jo could think to say back.
"Joanne...." Freddy went to speak but Jo interrupted him.
"Listen Freddy," She said, "I've put you through enough, you just give me the papers and I'll sign whatever you want."
She could see how upset he was, but Jo knew that the best thing for him was to leave her.
"I see, okay, well, I'll see you around." Freddy said and finally left her apartment.
Jo, feeling like the weight of the world was on her shoulders, sat down and lit up a cigarette.
"Woah, that was rough." Ryan said, emerging from the bathroom.
"Tell me about it." Jo huffed back and continued to smoke.
"Hey, I'm sorry, I hope you're okay?" Ryan asked, he walked over and placed a hand on her leg.
"I will be," Jo said and looked up to the young man that was so infatuated with her, "Ryan, I don't think I'm in the mood to do anything today, do you mind if I just stay on my own?"
"Of course, I totally understand." Ryan said and went to go put his clothes on.
"Thanks." Jo said back to him and smoked a bit more.
"And listen, I won't tell Tom or anything, whenever you're ready, we will tell them all together." Ryan said with a smile.
One more person to add to my problems, who knew I would have a 20 year obsessed with me.
"Thanks." Jo said and watched Ryan leave.
Two months passed.
Jo went to answer the knocking on her.
"Hey, come in." She said when she saw Michelle stood on the other side.
