Twin Daddies for my Twin Babies

Chapter 7

Kiara’s POV

Wednesday night was a repeat of Monday night. Dave was attentive and loving and yes he did want me that night. I wanted to talk about us again, but Dave refused to talk about it until the week was up. I just didn't understand him. I let him do me, but again, the love and joy were not in it for me.

Late Thursday afternoon I had an appointment with Carl. When I arrived the receptionist gave me a strange look and called Carl to tell him I was there. Carl came out to meet me and took me to a small conference room.

He said, "Kiara, we have a pretty complete investigation of what your husband has been doing."

He laid out a number of photos, hotel receipts, cell phone records, and the like. I started to go through the evidence of my Dave's affair and was stunned all over again.

The narrative said he left work early on Tuesday with my step-sister Caroline. They went to lunch at a small diner on the edge of town and then drove to the Castle Motel. They drove right up to room 121 and walked right in the door. There were photos of them coming out of his office, both of them getting in his car, photos at the diner, going into the motel and yes there were photos of them both naked with him f*****g her doggie style. The narrative said that they left the motel around 6:00 p.m. and he drove her back to their office and she left and he came home to me.

There were identical descriptions and documents from that day, Thursday. In addition there was an audio tape from Thursday because once "The Private Eyes" knew where they were meeting they bugged the room and got the audio. I listened to the audio and by the time it was done I was in tears.

Carl said, "That is all we have for now Kiara, because they are still in the room. I guess this is really what you wanted anyway so we pulled off of the investigation."

I told him that, "Yes, it is all I really need to know. Now I only have to figure out what to do about it."

He told me, "If there is anything else we can do for you, please don't hesitate to contact me."

I paid the remainder of the fee for their services ($200 more) and left for home.

Unfaithful.

The ugly word sounded foreign and strange when I said it out loud. Like it had been the name of a dish or a shampoo. I wrote it down on a piece of paper.

Unfaithful.

Meandering, curving lines in blue against white, making a pretty picture of symmetry and grace, but without any meaning.

"It didn't mean anything. SHE means nothing to me. It was just s*x!"

Moron. As if that would make me feel better? That he threw away the beautiful thing we had together just because he felt an itch? Actually, it WOULD have been better if he had fallen in love with that woman. You can't help falling in love. If he had left me to be with his heart's desire, it wouldn't be so tacky.

"It didn't mean anything."

Fool. Of course it meant something. All actions, big or small, have consequences. He cheated on me. He had solemnly promised not to have s*x with any other woman but me, and now he had broken that promise. He had taken my trust and wiped his ass with it like it was toilet paper. As a result, I could never trust him again. Hell, I could never trust ANY man again! 3½ years of waiting patiently, of staying true to my man - why had I bothered? I could have forgiven his affair with anyone else but with the woman who had made my life a living hell since I was a child????

Yes, I was bitter. And I felt pretty damned righteous about it, too! The man I loved had put horns on my head! Well, my sweetheart, I'd use those horns and turn myself into a she-devil. No more Ms. Nice Gal! From now on, I'd be a b***h. A She-Devil. I'd not let my emotions control my life anymore. I'd be cold and cool and analyze the situation just like I did with the numbers and figures at work. Dave had cheated on me. He was a stupid, unworthy chicken - and I did not want him any longer. Apart from everything else, he was strong, handsome, witty, and nice to curl up next to for comfort. Oh - and he had a HUGE d**k. The good qualities compensated for the bad ones. As long as I didn't fool myself into thinking that I could trust him not to cheat on me again, or think that life would ever be as pink and sweet and sugary as in the movies; I could make this work.

The only way this was happening was he was going to get kicked out of my house. He had to tell me the truth and then he would be kicked to the curb.

“How long has this been going on?” I asked. When I dropped the photographs and everything else on the table.

Dave looked at me as if I had slapped him physically. He had never even considered the fact that I would actually go behind his back and get him investigated. That bastard had given me the time of a week as if I would need that time to make a decision or a choice.

“Dave, I asked you something,” I said in a very low voice. It was barely above a whisper. I was not a very aggressive person in general but when I lost it, I could murder someone and right now I want to burn this fucker alive.

“It began when you went to see your father and stayed over for about a week with this work from the office that you had,” said Dave and then he said,” Look Kiara, I did not mean to do anything…Caroline called me down to help her with some furniture and then then she got all emotional and it just happened.”

“You want to tell me that my step-sister, who is known to be a gold-digger and a man-eater she got emotional and sentimental on you when I was not in town and you believed that? Three months? In all the time that I have been preparing for our marriage? The cakes, the venue, the decorations…everyone that we know are supposed to be coming to see us getting hitched and you are telling me that the affair that you have been having behind my back is with my step-sister!!!!”

The last words were a scream.

Dave flinched at the pitch of her voice. In the three and a half years that they had been staying together Dave had never found that Kiara had ever raised her voice. But today she was fuming…she was so angry that her nostrils were flaring and it looked like she could do almost anything.

“Look, Kiara, I am going to end it…I am never going to see her again…but please don’t do anything rash,” said Dave, his eyes and voice was pleading. Kiara looked at him as if he was a pathetic piece of a man and nothing, nothing was ever going to make her see his face again.

“You are not saving for down p*****t for our house, are you?” I asked and he looked at me in shock.

“Of course I am…you have to believe me when I say….” He started as he came closer and immediately my hand rose with such speed that I could not even think hitting him that hard. But I did hit him hard.

“You are never going to say those words ever again to me…never ever…say this to me that I have to believe you…you have f****d with my trust, my love, my passion and my ideals for the last three years and now you think that you will go and dip your c**k inside the cunt of my step-sister and then I am going to take you back? Marry you? Really? And here I was paying the price for every damn single thing that was going to happen in our marriage…..but you have been lying to me…always..every single day..every single minute…every single hour you have made me look like a fool….what do you think? That even after this I am going to marry you?” I asked him and from the look on his face I could see that he was counting exactly on that.

“You made me a laughing stock before my step-mother and my step-sister who have always wanted bad things to happen in my life and they have made sure of that I would always be miserable. And now tell me, what the hell have you done with the money that you claimed that you were saving?” I asked and I was pretty certain what the answer was going to be. Still I wanted to hear it from his own mouth.

“Caroline needed some seed money to start her own jewellery story, so I loaned it to her. And don’t worry, as soon as she has the money back, she is going to pay it to me in instalments,” said Dave, as he was trying to smile and assure me that everything was fine.

“I pay the rent of this apartment. I pay the rent for all the utilities. I even pay for that f*****g stupid gold club membership you have and not to mention the food you eat is paid by me too. And after that I am paying the entire cost of our marriage. And you are telling me that the one thing that you promised me, the one dream I had. A house in the country. My sister robbed me away from that as well,” I wanted to weep but I was not going to. I was not going to show him any weakness at all.

“Look Kiara…I understand that you are angry…I know that I have messed up but you have to give me a chance to make things better…trust me Kiara, I love you and I am never going to hurt you,” said Dave and I wanted to kick him in the balls but I figured that it would be better to do it your way.

“Until four days ago, you were absolutely certain that you had not lost anything and that is the reason that you dared to even tell me that you were having an affair. But now you know very well that you don’t have anything left. No money, and definitely no roof over your head to stay. So you had given me a week. I am not as good as you Dave, you are going to get only an hour from me to take all your stuff and get the f**k away from here. I don’t ever want to see your face again and if I do, well, next time that happens, you will know that fleecing and living off a woman is possible only when you are at her feet. But you thought you could do anything with me. I was nothing more to you than a paycheck and a servant whom you kept sated,” I said. I did not even know what I was speaking. It was like I had allowed someone else to take over my body and she was speaking through my mouth.

“Please Kiara, don’t do this, I love you….you are the woman I want in my life…we are getting married sweetheart,” said Dave as I opened the ring that he had given me and flung at his face.

“Out! And don’t make me repeat it again. And don’t try to open the safe, I have changed the combination,” I said as I looked in his eyes.