More Than A One Night Stand

I Knew You Were Cheating

I took a sip from my glass of sparkling cider as I looked around the room before me. It was a bit stale in my opinion, I mean the room barely looked lived in; it was like they only used them room for entertaining purposes only. I still have no idea why I agreed to come with Garrett to his office Christmas party. I would much rather stay home with the kids instead of pretending that I actually gave a damn about the people Garrett worked with.

The fact that I was almost certain that he was cheating on me – though he had been home more often and not working as long of hours.

I will say that it was a good thing that children were allowed to come to the party as well; what with Victoria and James in England, Alice was at the party as well, and Rosalie was working at a second job she picked up at a grocery store to make a little extra spending money – for a girl who is worth practically millions it surprises me that she doesn't use that money.

Alex and Charlotte were around here someplace having fun with the others kids at the party. I stiffened when I saw Alex and Arron run through the room giggling. Kate never once mentioned anything about who Arron's father was, but the more I saw Arron around my son the more I was sure that Arron was Garrett's.

"Would you like a refill ma'am?" The polite waitress said. I shook my head no and asked if the glasses she had on the tray was champagne. When she nodded her head I didn't wait to hear her verbal reply, I grabbed a glass and gulped the entire thing down and set it back on the tray and walked away to try and find my sister. Garrett had been by my side most of the night, but as time went on he said that he wanted to schmooze with his bosses and that he would be back.

That was almost a half hour ago.

I was searching the whole house when I saw my sister with Jasper talking with someone in the kitchen near the sink. She looked familiar, but I wasn't sure how I knew her. It wasn't until Alice introduced us that I realized who this woman was. She was Aro's wife. He was one of the men who owned the law firm. Garrett said something about meeting up with him to schmooze him into getting a promotion, but I could see Aro in the entertainment room from my vantage point and my husband was not in that room.

"Hey, so Jane here was telling me how she managed to get the latest Gucci shoes she's wearing. I think she's even going to try and get me an advance pair isn't that awesome!" My sister gushed. I sighed and placated her. I was to the point that I wanted to go home and go to bed. The clock in the kitchen showed that it was nearly ten o' clock and the amount of people who attended the party seemed to have doubled in size – either that or I was just getting old.

A different waiter came in offering cocktails. I didn't even ask what kind they were and grabbed one that was a mixture of blue and pink in it. Like the champagne, I swallowed the drink in one gulp and slapped it back down on the tray. I ignored the shocked and concerned look my sister was giving me and decided to search for Garrett myself.

I checked both upstairs and downstairs and I couldn't find him anywhere. I was at the point where I would just take the kids and head home; and let Garrett find his own way home. I had just passed by the broom closet that was just off the main kitchen, when I heard a mixture of moaning and giggling coming from inside.

Wow, talk about classy…

But then I heard a very familiar voice. I mean it couldn't be him could it? It had to be the alcohol affecting my hearing right?

The alcohol I drank earlier this evening seemed to help me find the courage to open the door, and if it was physically possible for your jaw to drop to the floor; I'm almost certain that mine would be on the floor.

It's one thing to find out that your husband is fooling around on you from a private detective, but to see your husband and his secretary practically naked and having sex in the broom closet at an office Christmas party is first hand is something I wished I never had seen.

Garret stumbled to try and apologize, but I didn't wait around to listen to his lame-ass apology. Thankfully Charlotte and Alex were downstairs and I told them to get their coats; they weren't sure what was going on, but they definitely knew I was upset because neither one of them bugged me about why we were going. I heard Garrett yelling for me to wait so that he could talk to me, but I was way past talking. I picked Alex up and grabbed Charlotte's hand and headed out to the car.

I could hear Garrett yelling for me to not go, that he wanted to explain what I saw – what I saw needed no explanation.

Looking back at everything now, I can honestly say that I was in a permanent case of denial. Even after the private investigator telling me he found a lot of strange withdrawals from our joint account, I wasn't able to wrap my head around the reason my husband told me he was working late hours and seven days a week was because he was boning his fucking secretary!

"Mommy why are you crying?" Alex asked innocently from the back seat. I glanced up at my reflection in the rear view mirror and saw that my mascara was seconds from smearing down to my cheeks – so much for waterproof mascara. I calmly explained that it wasn't anything to worry about and that I would read him his favorite bedtime story to him if he went straight to his room and got into his pajamas.

I pulled in the driveway and was thankful I had beaten Garrett home. I parked the car in the garage and ushered my kids into the house and locked the door behind me. Charlotte stared up at me with concern, but Alex, who was too focused on getting to listen to his favorite bedtime story to notice that something was very wrong, hurried up the carpeted steps. I told Charlotte to get changed for bed, but she didn't move. I reassured her that I was fine and that she needed to go get ready for bed. She lingered for a few more seconds before hurrying up after her brother.

My first thought was to ransack the liquor cabinet and pour me a very tall glass of tequila Garrett had stashed away where he didn't think I would know about. But instead I found myself sitting on the couch and just staring at the empty fireplace. I wanted to cry; I wanted to scream, hell, at this point I wanted to feel something besides the overwhelming depression I was feeling.

I went to the cabinet and opened the bottle of Jose Cuervo and was about to pour a glass, but then decided that the feelings I had needed to be squashed and a small glass of this tequila wasn't going to do it. I took a very big swig of the Jose and immediately felt a thousand times better…at least for a few seconds, but then the pounding heartache I was feeling returned. I was just about to take another swig when Alex came halfway down the stairs and his voice was so quiet I almost didn't hear him.

I didn't even get to the part of "Little Red Riding Hood" where Red gets to the grandmother's house before Alex was sound asleep and softly snoring. Why a four year old wants to listen about how a little girl is tricked and eaten by the wolf, but then saved by the woodsman, was beyond my current comprehension. I flipped the light off and went to check on Charlotte, she was wide awake and sitting up in her bed. I sighed and sat down on the end of her bed staring at her. I knew she wanted to know what was going on and if I was ok.

"Why did we leave without daddy? Did he do something bad?" At this moment, and how I was feeling, I hated how observant my daughter could be at times. I wasn't sure how I was going to explain to my eight year old daughter that her daddy cheated on her mommy with his secretary, oh and you may or may not have a five year old half-brother.

Yeah, that's something you want to tell your eight year old daughter.

I told my daughter that I was mad at her father, but that he and I would talk about it later. I could tell that she didn't fully believe what I was telling her, but she agreed to let it go and crawled back under her covers and drifted off to sleep.

As for me, well I went back downstairs to meet up with Mr. Jose Cuervo.

But Jose would have to wait, because I saw headlights shine through the curtains. I peeked out from behind the curtain and saw that it was Garrett being dropped off by a taxi. Quickly as possible I put the bottle of tequila back in the liquor cabinet. I was almost up the flight of stairs, but stopped mid stride as I heard the door unlocking. I knew that he would want to talk, and all I wanted to do at the moment was get as far away from his as I could.

When our eyes connected, for a brief moment of time I was jolted back to when we first met and our eyes connected when he helped me up off the cold hard ground. W

Where was that man? Where is the man that promised to love me in sickness and health? Where is the man that took an oath to honor and cherish me?

"Bella, I –"

"No. I don't want to hear what you have to say." I sounded a lot braver than I really felt. I was afraid I would burst into tears any second. Garrett looked hurt and guilty – GOOD! He deserves to feel guilty for what he's put me through.

I wanted to yell and scream at him – hell, I wanted to beat the living snot out of his lying, cheating ass. But I managed to keep that urge at bay for now.

"I didn't want you to find out this way…"

Oh he did not just try and weasel his way out of this?

"Oh so you were going to tell me 'eventually'? Because it looked like you weren't planning on telling me anything any time soon!"

"Bella, please don't do this. Let's go to bed and we can talk about this with cooler heads." As Garrett started walking up the stairs I blocked his path.

"You can sleep on the couch – just be glad I'm not making you sleep at a hotel! I don't want to talk to you at all right now." Before Garrett could try and finish his plea to sleep in the same bed as I me, I stormed up the stairs and slammed the door to the bedroom and locked it tight behind me.

How did my life get to this point? How could I have been so blind to not see that Garrett had been cheating on me for all this time?

I slipped into my pajamas and sat down on the window seat looking out into the cool December night. Snow covered everything, it was amazing that the roads were cleared enough that I didn't have any trouble driving home – especially in the daze I was in.

Christmas would be in a few days and I couldn't help but imagine how awkward it would be with the whole family here and Garrett and I on the outs. There was a small chance that I could maybe hide the fact that I was considering divorcing Garrett.

Would I really divorce him?

A part of me wanted to forgive him and try and make it work, but the other, the side that was more logical and level headed, told me – more like screamed at me – to file divorce papers. He has been having this affair with Kate for over five years and there would be no way that he would end this; especially with the possibility that Arron was Garrett's son.

I glanced back at the clock and saw that it was getting even later than I first had thought. I was about to attempt to fall asleep when I had the sudden urge to send a text message. I'm not sure why I thought about Edward all of a sudden, but I didn't question it.

Now came what I should tell him. There was only so much I could say through a text message. There was no way that I could tell him all that's happened in a 160-character message, and there was absolutely that I could tell him through a phone call. No, this needed to be done face to face. So that's what I would do.

Edwardwe need to talk face 2 face.I wont tell you over text.I hope youre having a good holiday-Bella

That would have to do for now. There was so much that I needed to tell him, and none of it could be done over the phone.

I was almost asleep when I heard faint whisperings from the hallway. I snuck to the top of the stairs and heard soft whispers. I inched closer to get a better look, and saw my son down on the couch with Garrett. My son couldn't whisper to save his life, so I was able to listen to the entire conversation.

"Daddy, why you not up in your bed? Mommy always says that we sleep in our beds not on couch."

"Well Alex, mommy and I are not getting along right now. So that's why I'm sleeping downstairs, now do you want me to come upstairs with you and tuck you back into bed?" I saw my son's head shake in agreement and raced back up the stairs. I quickly stepped out of sight and back into my bedroom. I'm not sure but I think Garrett might've figured out that I was spying on him and Alex. I say this, because I saw his face just as I quietly shut the door and locked it.

I let out a sigh and tried to regulate my breathing. I wasn't sure what to make of what I saw just now. I mean on the one hand I am so hurt and so angry that he has been lying and cheating in our marriage for the past five years. But then what I saw downstairs, that was the man I fell in love with. He loves his children and he is an awesome father.

I suppose we just don't work well together anymore.

With a sigh I crawled back into bed, it took a bit of self-coaxing, but soon sleep came easy for me and I drifted into a dreamless slumber.

Well, now Bella knows that Garrett has been cheating. What are your thoughts? How do you think she should proceed? It's almost Christmas, so should she file for divorce right away - do they even have lawyers working so close to christmas (honest question).

Or should Bella wait until after Christmas and New Year's before filing for divorce? I want to hear what you all have to say, and I will see you all this Friday for sure!

- Megan

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