Alice's POV
I ran down the hotel corridor as soon as I got out of that room.
At the side door, I almost slipped. I pushed it open. I told myself to be strong, and it was only one night.
I received a call from the real estate agent.
"Your new place is ready. You can move in tomorrow." She spoke.
"Good. Thank you. I hung up and looked at my bags. I had to go back to the house and get the things I left. I could not leave everything behind.
I was planning on selling the house soon after I got settled, but for now, I just really needed a new environment and a new job.
I pushed the hallway door and heard laughter. I went into the house, wondering if they had dared to come back.
Inside, my husband stood near the bed with Clara. They had not been careful. They were wearing nothing proper, and when I opened the door, they turned and froze.
My voice was quiet at first. Then it got louder.
"Get your things. Now." I kept my face steady. I did not want them to see me weak.
Daniel moved forward, hands out, and with his voice shaking.
"Alice, please. Let me explain. Don't make things worse."
I pulled his hand from his chest and shook it off.
"Explain? What is there to explain?"
"You lied to me. You lied to me for months."
He tried to touch my arm. I pulled away and pushed him back; I could see how Clara looked at me, disgusted.
"Get out," I said louder.
"Both of you. Leave my house. Now."
Daniel's face crumpled. "Please, Alice. I can fix this. I can... just let us stay here."
"You can fix nothing," I said. My hands wrenched tight.
"Leave." I felt my voice break. I could not trust it.
He tried to beg more. He stepped toward me and took my hand. I wrenched my hand free and pushed him. He hit the wall and slid down a little.
My anger was now at its climax, for the fact that they had the guts to even come back here.
"If I see either of you near me again, I will make sure you regret it, and that might involve killing you," I said.
"Get out. Now."
They moved fast after that. Clara grabbed her things and left while Daniel stood there, stunned, and then took his bag. He tried not to look back, but he did. He mouthed something I could not hear.
I closed the door behind them and leaned on it. My knees felt weak, but my hands were steady. Now I needed to pack, move, and breathe.
Later that night, when the moving agent called to say the new house was ready, I sat on the floor and laughed out loud, a short, empty sound.
I thought of the man in the hotel room. I thought of the way he had kissed me and sucked on my boobs, eaten my pussy, and made me feel something I hadn't felt in years. My husband had never been that careful with me.
I started packing to stop thinking about everything. I tried to sleep too, but when I closed my eyes, sleep did not come easily. My mind kept going back to his face, and I suddenly just wanted more.
I decided to take a walk outside; maybe that would help. When I was walking absentmindedly on the road, I had not taken notice of a motorcycle coming, though it had slowed as soon as it saw me. It still hit me slightly, and after all the exhaustion from the day, I passed out.