Payback A Cheating Husband.

Sticks and Stones....

My husband Bill cheated on me with the charity case.

How did this all start?

Bill has a thriving business flipping houses. He employs over 60 people were not millionares but were more than comfortable and were very community aware.

Once a year we donate one of the houses to charity.

Our friend Lyn is a social worker had nominated that piece of shit as a candidate.

Sure I flavored Lyn's choice and made sure she won the house. And obviously she'd threw in a little "extra" to my husband to show her appreciation when she won the four bedroom renovated house.

Fucken assholes, the both of them!

She actually was a fucken dog! Seriously a dog!
She was fat, unkempt and she had four kids aging from 1 to 5 and all of them with different dads.

Hey don't hate me I'm the fucken victim here remember!

Anyway her application was how I knew all about her and her fucked up life.

It's also how I found her!

My names Fiona Stewart. I'm everything she isn't. In fact I'm her total fucken opposite.

I'm educated, I'm a partner in a prestigious law firm. I have great dress sense, financially independent, confident and could easily become a professional model if I wanted to.

A very tall black model that is.

So why?

Why did that bastard risk everything for her?

I sniffed. I wasn't going to cry. It was over between us. If I was truly honest it had been over between us for months. Since he decided to stick his dick into her.

I should have left but I'd stayed watched as he held her, kissed her passionately and walked back to his car.

His hair was wet so I guessed he'd used her shower and would wait for his hair to dry before coming back to our home.

Men were so fucken stupid like that. Didn't they know that a wife would pick up the difference between a man working all day to one that smelt too fucken clean when he arrived home?

Did he forget I'm a God damn lawyer? I ate shit like this in my sleep! Finding incriminating evidence was why I was one of the best sort after criminal lawyers in this shitty city!

I turned my head so he didn't see me. Not that he could have. The windows were tinted. I had taken the firms unmarked car. I wasn't a rookie.

I blew out a breath and got out of the car. I wore a sleek black and white dress that hugged my perfect size 8 figure.

I wore my hair in a high ponytail. Gold pins Bill had gifted me on our second wedding anniversary held my hair in place. I looked every bit of the successful business woman. The light makeup I wore was still impeccable.

I shouldered my Gucci handbag. It held the documents I'd prepared. I placed the car keys into the side pocket and walked purposely across the road to that sluts house.

I knocked firmly on the door not hearing any sounds coming from inside. It was Friday evening.

On her application she'd written that her kids attended a kids church study group every Friday.

Convenient for Bill and slut face.

I checked my watch. They were due back in half an hours time.

What I was planned to do souldn't take me long.