Daisy pov
As I was looking at the pictures which had the woman's face covered in all of them, I tried to replay everything that happened that day to see if I could make sense of what I was looking at right now.
I woke up that morning, finding my husband still asleep. Luckily for me it was a Saturday so he couldn't use work to dodge me as he normally did.
I planted a kiss on his lips, and he slowly woke up responding to the kiss better than I expected. He even moaned. It had been so long since he touched me like this–tenderly, passionately not like an animal desperately trying to get off.
I sat on him and rubbed myself against his growing arousal, then he placed his hand on my neck and the memory of what happened in the dining room flashed through my mind and I immediately bolted away. It was because of this that he woke up fully and his eyes became as big as saucers when he saw me sprawled on the floor after I had lost my balance.
He didn't make any move to help me set up but rather just said in a shocked tone, "It was you?" I could sense some disgust in his voice.
I stood up and tried to play it off, "of course who else would it be but your loving wife?"
His eyes filled up with realization and he nodded slowly mumbling below his breath, "Sorry,I thought I was dreaming," before he could get up from the bed I stepped forward and pecked him on the left cheek.
"Happy anniversary, honey."
I had never seen anybody freeze so quickly, he looked like a statue for about a second or two then he suddenly relaxed but avoided my eyes.
"Oh, happy anniversary…"
At this stage I was not even disappointed anymore, him forgetting our anniversary, I wasn't disappointed- just angry.
Even so I didn't allow my true feelings to come up to the surface, I was giddy and cheerful all through the morning as I told him about the plans I had for us tonight
As usual his enthusiasm was forced and unnatural, but I tried not to get greedy, at least he was pretending to be enthusiastic. So that means he was making an effort right? I felt so pathetic in my mind. Not only had this man strangled me but he had forgotten our anniversary and here I was grinning like a fool because the thought of being apart from him still destroyed me more than anything else he had ever done.
Turns out Eliza had a play date at a friend's house, something that Robert had not bothered to tell me about until the Mom had called to ask when she was coming around. With a first smile on my face I asked my husband why he had not told me beforehand.
"Then at least I would have saved myself the trouble of finding a babysitter," I said sarcastically and he just shrugged.
"Well, I didn't know you had something planned out for today," He said before taking Eliza's hand and both of them walked outside towards the car.
He made it sound like an anniversary was just some solo event that I was fussing about, I searched for my calm again then waited for him to come back so we could head to the hotel together today.
I texted him and he replied saying that he was talking traffic and that I should just go ahead.
So I did.
I went to the hotel and checked on the lingerie I had prepared to surprise him with tonight. I had even bought some kinky toys that I would have never even glanced at before blushing as I looked through them, hoping that I could revitalize our entire relationship today.
I kept texting him, asking him when he was going to show up it was one excuse or another either traffic was back or he had run out of gas eventually he stopped texting back all together, all of the events that I had planned for us today were missed and I felt lonely and stupid going there on my own, so I did and watched my money go down the drain.
Even though I was now wealthy, I had been raised humbly to say the least and that made me extremely frugal with money. So whenever my money was wasted like this it hurt, but it can't be compared to the pain that wrecked my heart when I saw a text finally light up my screen from my husband but it was not what I expected.
"There is an emergency at the company, sorry I'll take a rain check for today," I was sitting down on a king-sized bed with perfumed sheets, rose petals and cute candles lit around wearing nothing but the lingerie, robe and lipstick feeling like the biggest fool that had ever walked the earth.
I could hardly breathe after he sent that text, and suddenly it was as if we were back in that kitchen again. I had told myself that I would forget about it but it just kept cropping up in my mind.
I was packing up to leave the hotel suite as quietly as possible when I received those disgusting pictures. It has been a while since I had seen him unclothed but I could recognize my husband anywhere. However, the woman next to him had her face blurred up. The number the video came from was strange and foreign to my phone.
At first, I wanted to believe it was a prank, so I dialed the number and question and someone picked my call, a short chuckle entered my ears before the call ended abruptly
I already had one culprit in mind.
Immediately I dialed her known number, rage boiling from the pit of my stomach.
"Becky," I spat spitefully, "so you think you've won? After taking everything away from me you couldn't even let me have my husband, you had to take him too? Well guess what you can only have my husband over my dead body because I am never letting him go! You don't get to win this time again and–"
I was cut off by her annoying laughter, "Have you finally lost your marbles, my dear sister?"