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Betrayal in the Garden

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My wife’s toes curled against the hardwood floor as I watched her draw circles on Michael’s chest with her index finger the same way she drew circles on me when we were lying in bed.
The two of them were oblivious to the world around them, their laughter and conversation so intimate, so sensual, that I had to remind myself they were only friends.
I was supposed to be at work.
I was supposed to be in the office, working on the quarterly reports that were due in two weeks.
Just friends, my ass.
But I wasn’t in the office.
I knew from one look at the way they were standing that they had gone from being best friends to something more.
I was at home, and I was about to have my world shattered into a million pieces.
But when had it happened?
I’d forgotten my phone at home, and when I’d realized it, I’d taken a half day and driven back to the house to get it.
When had Michael become the other man?
That’s when I realized the answer to my question.
I’d been gone for less than an hour, and when I pulled into the driveway, I saw her.
Michael Barnes had always been the other man.
My wife, Eliza.
From the moment Eliza met me, she had been keeping a piece of her heart for him.
She was in the garden with Michael Barnes, our friend from college.
I don’t think I’d ever realized it until now because I never wanted to see it.
They were laughing together, and she was touching his arm as she spoke.
It didn’t really matter when it happened.
He reached out and tucked a strand of her blonde curls behind her ear, and then he cupped her face in his hand.
She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes for a moment before opening them again and smiling up at him.
All I knew was that it had happened.
And I didn’t know if I could ever get over the pain of knowing my wife had been unfaithful to me.
I’d seen enough.
I didn’t want to see the rest.
My eyes strayed back to the couple as they stood so close in the living room.
Eliza was my wife.
Eliza looked up at him with a smile on her face, her eyes full of mischief.
His brows furrowed and then he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
We’d been married for seven years.
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She was the love of my life.
Eliza didn’t say anything, but she moved a step closer to him.
He dropped his hand from the spot where it rested on her hip and brought it up to cup her face.
And she was cheating on me… with our friend.
I turned and walked away, not wanting to see any more.
She leaned into his touch, nuzzling his palm as if she couldn’t get enough.
It was a look, a gesture that should have only been for lovers.
I didn’t know what I was going to do.
Confront them, maybe?
Eliza’s eyes closed, and she let out a contented sigh, almost like my name.
Or maybe I’d just pack my bags and leave.
I shook my head.
I was still trying to figure it out when I heard her voice behind me.
No, it wasn’t like my name.
That wasn’t my wife.
“Johnathan, I didn’t expect you home.”
My wife would never do this to me.
I turned to see my wife standing in the garden, holding a basket of flowers that she’d picked.
This wasn’t the woman I fell in love with.
Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked flustered.
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But it was my wife.
Sweat beaded on her top lip, and her eyes were wide and scared.
I wondered how long she’d been standing there before I’d noticed her.
She wore her face and her body, but that wasn’t the woman I knew.
I wondered how much she’d seen.
That wasn’t the woman I loved.
She leaned into his touch, and he lowered his head so he could press his lips against her forehead.
“I forgot my phone,” I said, holding up the device in question.
“Which is a problem because I was supposed to work from home this afternoon.”
It was a sweet, tender gesture that made my heart twist in my chest.
It made me sick with the knowledge that she was cheating on me.
She nodded, licking her lips as she shifted on her feet.
“I…uh…didn’t realize you were home.”
With him.
And then she opened her eyes and smiled up at him.
“I just got here.”
And he smiled down at her.
“When did you get back?”
“I don’t know.” I looked at my watch, trying to remember when I’d arrived.
It was a moment that should have been for us.
The kind of smile he gave her, the way his eyes softened when he looked at her, it was the kind of look reserved for someone you loved.
“Around three?”
“I had no idea you were going to work from home today.”
My heart shattered into a million pieces, and I turned away.
I didn’t want to see any more.
“Well, I wasn’t planning on it.” I turned and headed for the house again.
I couldn’t stand it.
“I’ll be working here for the rest of the day if you need me.”
I couldn’t deal with the pain.
“Sounds good,” she called after me, but I didn’t bother to look back.
But I couldn’t stop myself either.
I heard the sliding door open and close behind me as I walked through the house to the back door.
I’d seen them, and I couldn’t stop looking.
It felt so quiet without her around, so empty.
I reached the back door and stopped short.
I peeked back around the corner and saw them standing there in each other’s arms, looking up at each other with smiles on their faces.
Eliza’s hand came up to rest against Michael’s chest, over his heart, her fingers splayed against his warm skin.
Shit, what had I been thinking?
I should have checked to see if she’d left her phone inside so that we could message each other through the app since she was working outside.
She tilted her head slightly to the side, almost like she was waiting for something.
And then he did it.
I leaned over and picked up her phone from the table by the door and swiped it open.
He lowered his head and kissed her.
There was no message from her but there was a message from him.
He wanted to know if she was coming over.
My heart twisted again in my chest, and I wanted to throw up.
I opened the messaging app to send her a quick note that I’d be working in the house all afternoon and then that’s when I saw them.
He kissed her, and she kissed him back.
The blinds on the sliding door were only half-opened but there was enough space for me to see into the living room where Eliza and Michael were standing close together, their laughter carrying through the slightly opened door.
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Eliza was wearing that sundress—the one I’d bought her for our anniversary—which made her glow like an angel.
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I watched in horror as Michael Barnes’s lips descended on my wife’s, and she tilted her head so she could meet him halfway.
My wife kissed him back.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him, pressing her body against his as if she couldn’t stand to be any closer to him.
For a second, he stilled, like he was surprised by her reaction, by how much she wanted this moment between them.
But then he gave himself over to it.
His hands rested on her hips, at first gently but then more firmly as he pulled her even closer.
Her hands fisted in his hair, and she opened her mouth, inviting him in even further than before.
Michael Barnes moaned against my wife’s mouth, and Eliza Reed laughed as if she’d won some kind of prize.
Her laughter filled the room and echoed in my ears, and I stumbled backward.
The sound of it hurt more than anything else.
Her laugh was what drew me to her in the first place, even before I saw what she looked like.
I fell in love with that laugh before I even knew who it belonged to.
But now it was a cruel reminder of what I was about to lose, of the woman I couldn’t trust, of the woman who was cheating on me with my best friend.
I had to get away, but I didn’t know what to do either.
I didn’t know how to process what I’d just seen, and I didn’t know how to react either.
They were out there kissing, and I was hiding in my own house like a coward, and part of me wanted to go out there and confront them, and the other part wanted to leave and never look back.
Because if I stayed, I would have to admit that this was real, that this was actually happening, that my wife was a cheater and my best friend was a snake, and I didn’t want any of that to be true.
I moved quickly down the hall and into our bedroom, shutting the door behind me so I wouldn’t have to see them anymore.
I felt like a coward for not going out there, for not standing up for myself, for not doing something—even if I didn’t know what that something was.
But I didn’t want to see them either, didn’t want to watch them kissing and laughing and being happy together while I fell apart like some kind of loser.
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All I could do was listen while they kissed each other and enjoyed each other’s company, while they betrayed me in the worst way possible.
And all I could do was wonder how long this had been going on and how it had started in the first place.
I’d known Michael since college, and Eliza had been part of my life for seven years now, but when they’d gotten so close behind my back?
How could this happen?
I stood frozen in the kitchen, watching as my best friend kissed my wife, his hands moving up her body until he cupped her face with both hands.
Eliza’s hands rested on his chest, and her fingers curled into his shirt as she pulled him even closer, as close as they could possibly be with their bodies pressed together from shoulder to knee.
Her wedding ring glinted in the sun, and I wondered if she even remembered she was wearing it as she kissed another man—all while her husband watched from just inside the house.
The kiss deepened, and Michael’s head tilted as he changed the angle, as he sought even more intimacy between them.
It felt like the world was moving in slow motion and that this kiss would never end as I watched them through the blinds and wondered how my life could change so quickly—and how it would never be the same again.
My heart pounded in my chest as I watched my friend and my wife betray me in the worst way possible.
My head spun as I tried to figure out how they could do this to me—why they would do this to me—and I clung to my denial because I didn’t know what else to do or how to make any sense of it at all.
But the kiss ended after a long moment that felt like it would never end, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to deny it anymore if they came inside and found me standing here watching them like some kind of stupid fool.
So I turned and walked into the living room like I hadn’t just seen Eliza cheating on me with Michael right outside the back door.
“Hey,” Michael said when he saw me, and I wondered if he was trying to sound casual or if he just sounded that way because he wasn’t the one who had been caught cheating on his spouse.
“Hey,” I said back as if I hadn’t just seen him kissing my wife in the garden outside our back door.
“What are you up to?”
Eliza asked as if she hadn’t been cheating on me with him for some time now.
Except this wasn’t the first time, was it?
They hadn’t met today and suddenly decided they liked each other better than their other options, right?
This had been going on for a while now—long enough that Eliza should have known better by now—and that meant…
She knew exactly what she was doing and who she was hurting in the process.
That kiss hadn’t been some moment of weakness or some stupid mistake that never should have happened at all.
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