I came home early to pick up a few things for an afternoon meeting at one of the houses I was showing when I noticed Benjamin's car in the driveway.
Benjamin, my husband, was a high-profile prosecution lawyer in our city, hell, most of the state. He had never lost a case and seeing his car at home so early in the afternoon was not something I expected.
'Maybe he's working from home today,' I thought to myself as I walked inside.
It didn't take long for me to figure out what was happening. There was a smell in the air that wasn't my perfume and sounds coming from the upstairs bedroom.
'Thirty-Seven years,' I thought to myself as I gained the strength to go up the stairs. I had never cheated on Benjamin, not once, not even flirted with another man.
We had been together since the last year of high school. I had been with him through everything.
Thirty-seven was the years we had been married, but we had known each other for two years before that, and now it was all getting thrown away.
I wanted to see who it was that he deemed worthy of throwing such a life away.
My eyes were in shock as I peeked into our bedroom. Fifty-five-year-old Benjamin was screwing Charlize, my best friend's youngest daughter. Her petite body was bouncing up and down on him as she rode him hard.
I stood there in total shock, not able to move. Benjamins was fifty-five, about to turn fifty-six. Charlize had just celebrated her twentieth birthday just a few days ago. The petite blonde was riding him like he was the last bronco at the stables.
I wanted to burst in there and catch them in the act, but I remembered what Benjamin always preached, it was what they could prove, not what they saw.
I took out my phone and started recording every word, every sentence. I angled the phone just inside the doorway so they couldn't see me.
'Shit,' I thought as they finally stopped.
He had just cum inside her and bragged about how he loved how she felt on top of him. Luckily for her, Benjamin could no longer produce children, or she might be pregnant. Through their talks, I realized this wasn't the first time they had fucked in our bed.
'Keep talking,' I thought as I heard him talking about me and how I had become a prude in my old age.
I was turning fifty-four, and as far as I was concerned, he was the one that was becoming less sexual, I wanted more, he seemed to want less, and now I knew why. He was getting it from an outside source.
I moved into the guest room as they took a break and wandered downstairs. I took the opportunity to silence my phone and send Alexander a text letting him know something had come up and I wouldn't make the meeting. He knew me well enough to know it had to be necessary, so he quickly responded, letting me know it was okay.
I looked onto our smart home app and saw them in the kitchen through our home cameras, I always wondered why he would delete the camera's storage daily, he always said it was to save room for if anything happened, but now I knew it was because he was cheating.
They came back up the stairs and quickly resumed. If Benjamin had only looked out the living room window, he would've seen my car.
They continued in various positions for almost an hour before I knew I had enough evidence to damn him and his upcoming political career. I slowly made my way back downstairs and stood in the kitchen. I made sure to save all the camera activity to the cloud and what I recorded on my phone.
Another half-hour passed, and I heard them finishing up. Slowly they came downstairs and didn't notice me standing in the kitchen behind them. As Charlize turned around to kiss my husband goodbye, she gasped loudly.
"Wrap up, it's cold out there," I said as I sipped on my soda.
"Ms. Hooper," Charlize said in shock.
"After two hours, you don't have to call me that," I nodded.
Benjamin stared at me and then the phone on the kitchen counter.
"As well as the others," I nodded, looking at the cameras all over the house. "Safely stored on my cloud."
"I will take care of this," Benjamin tried to assure Charlize.
"Sent a copy to your mom as well," I smiled as Charlize opened the door.
"Ben!" Charlize cried as he walked her out.
I heard her sobbing as he tried to console her, but I knew it was a show. Benjamin knew he was screwed. Slowly he walked back inside and poured himself a drink at the bar.
"Two hours?" he asked as he approached me.
"Yup," I nodded.
"Not a single word," Benjamin asked, staring down at the phone.
"Proof, not words, remember," I smiled.
Benjamin nodded. "Who else did you send it to?" he asked.
"All the kids, Alexander, Trevor, and Bernice," I nodded.
"Fuck!" Benjamin yelled as he launched my phone across the kitchen.
I watched as it bounced, and the screen cracked as it landed a few feet from me.
"Can say that again, the kids were on a voice call just now," I said, staring down at it.
"Still am," Mason said.
The rest chimed in afterwards.
Mason and Dawson were our oldest twin brothers. Then there was Debra, the middle, and Sheila, the youngest.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Benjamin shouted as he stomped on the phone until it was in tiny pieces.
The house phone rang. "Going to destroy that too?" I asked.
"See you in court!" Benjamin yelled as he stormed out of the house.
There it was, the fork in our marriage. I don't know what I was expecting, but I at least thought he would feel something, some remorse for what he had done.
"I am fine," I answered the phone, knowing it was Sheila.
She was my baby girl, constantly checking on her mom, and unlike the others who were in different states, Sheila didn't leave far from home when she left.
Mason took off for the military as soon as he could sign up, which led to his dad being proud of him, but then he left before getting kicked out due to his temper. Just like Benjamin, he was prone to violence once he got mad. Now he lived with his best friend in Kansas.
Dawson was always the levelheaded one of the family and took after his father and went into law. He was a defence lawyer and lost many times. But he loved every minute of it, and I knew he was happy with his new wife, Pamela. They lived in South Carolina.
Debra was the mother hen of the group. She always knew everything about every one of them. She always checked on them and made sure everyone, especially Mason, stayed out of trouble. She married early in her late teens to her high school sweetheart Jimmy. They had three kids and lived in Florida.
Then there was the baby of the bunch, the rebel of the group. Sheila was going to a community college and not majoring in anything important, which drove Benjamin crazy.
Mason was in construction, Dawson had the law practice, Debra was a stay-at-home mom and homeschooled her kids, while Sheila had no plans for her future. She lived forty minutes away in a small apartment.
"I talked to the others, they are on their way," Sheila said. "I am finishing here then I will come and spend the night."
