Every thought is lost at the sight in front of me. My blood turns ice cold when I stop at the top of the stairs where Kat’s talking to that asshole from the café. Her voice is kind and nurturing and the way she offers him a sad smile … fuck no.

My legs feel like they’re trembling; my body’s shaking from the sight of him. Jacob, the supposed client Kat said was no one. No one. Yet he stands only feet away from the front door.

Anger rises quickly as I watch them. I knew there was something between them. I could tell. I know my wife and I know men like this prick.

“You motherfucker,” I sneer the words without thinking twice. The door to my townhouse is still cracked when this dumb fuck looks up at me.

“What are you doing?” Kat calls out with shock as she stands in the doorway.

Kat

I’d recognize Evan’s voice anywhere, but the anger is terrifyingly new. The second I grip the cold handle and open the door, my body freezes and the shock makes my mouth hang open and my eyes go wide. My heart beats in what feels like slow motion.

“Stop it!” I scream at him. My words echo in my head as he slams his fist against Jacob’s jaw. It’s instantly red and swollen and Evan’s already got his other fist up.

Holy shit!

“Evan!” I scream as I run out of the foyer and into the hallway. “Stop it!” I yell and grip onto his arm. I slam both of my hands into Evan’s chest, managing to separate the two men as Jacob grabs his jaw.

“You fucked my wife,” Evan yells over me, screaming at Jacob and this time I want to smack Evan straight across his face. I don’t. I don’t give him any reaction except to turn toward Jacob to apologize.

“I’m so sorry,” I offer Jacob who keeps a surprised smile on his face, as if it didn’t bother him in the least.

“You fucked—”

“Stop it!” I scream again, and this time my voice feels raw and it pains me to scream. My body’s hot and shaking, adrenaline coursing through my blood as my heart races.

“Get out of here,” I say as I usher Jacob away. His green eyes flash with something, perhaps disbelief.

“You’re cheating on me,” Evan says it as if it’s a question, his nostrils flaring and his hands still clenched into fists.

“You’re an idiot,” I say, keeping my voice low, apologizing again to Jacob and feeling the heat of embarrassment.

“It was a sucker punch,” Jake says loud enough for Evan to hear. “And no, I didn’t sleep with Kat.” He looks Evan dead in the eye with the last line.

Embarrassment and horror wrap themselves tight around me as Jake leaves.