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Bella stood in the door way to our living room with a sassy smile. She was wearing jeans and shirt. She was pink cheeked and lovely as she stood there looking at me. I could not stop the feeling of dread settling over me as she watched me.
"Your brother stopped by. He was very….helpful," she said with a smirk as I looked at her in stunned silence.
"Did you forget these this morning?" she asked me then whipped a bottle of pills at me. I had no time to think so instead of catching them they bounced off my forehead. I scrambled to grab the bottle knowing without looking that they were my antibiotics for the STD I had.
She knew. She knew. She knew. My brain was barely able to register anything else as I realized that my wife knew what I had done. She knew I had fucked her sister. She knew I had fucked her sister while she was asleep.
"Bella…" I stammered, but she ignored me as she stood there looked at me with a hard glint in her eyes.
"Your grandma called and said you can't come over Christmas. She doesn't want to take a chance of catching Chlamydia," Bella said to me as if she was announcing she was making chicken for dinner.
"I told her not to worry that if I had my way you wouldn't be doing family holidays for years, I mean, it's only fair since you robbed me of mine," she said with a sad shake of her head while her eyes never left mine.
"Did you like the billboards? I did. I really liked the picture that I choose. To me it seemed to capture that smug asshole look you sometimes get when you get what you want," she said darkly as she looked at me with a snarky grin.
"I mean, I know it was over the top, but I just feel like everyone in the bi-state area should know that you are nothing but a disease infested cheating whore. I mean, I consider my warning to the public at large about you being more effective than the damn letter that the country health department sent out about you contracting Chlamydia," she hissed in anger at me while I flinched over her words.
"Bella, please just let me…" I stammered, but no other words came to mind.
"Let you what? Tell me it was a mistake? Tell me you didn't mean to? Whatever, Edward. You're only sorry because you're caught," she said simply as she looked at me with a hint of hatred in her eyes that hurt more than the blank look on her face.
"I don't know what's worse here, Edward. The fact that you fucked my sister or the fact you caught an STD and you had no plans of telling me, no worries about me getting it. I mean who the fuck does that to someone?" she asked me in a hard tone as I swallowed hard over her words since it was true. I had no plans of ever telling her anything about that night and that included the STD.
"I love you," I blurted out as a knee jerk reaction. My words caused her laugh loudly at me as she looked at me with what could have been pity.
"Yeah, you love me" she said with a sarcastic laugh as she looked around as if she was looked for something.
"You know I was going to let it drop with the billboards and your clothes," she said as she motioned over to a pile of clothing on the kitchen table behind her. My quizzical look must have encouraged her to tell me what she had done verses waiting for me to find out.
"I put a red A on all your clothes," she said with a snicker that was off.
"You know how I have a flair for the dramatics and when you team that with my love of literature I instantly thought of The Scarlet Letter, except in your case I'm not sure if the letter A stands for adulterer or asshole," she said as she shook her head as she looked at me with a laugh that was hollow. She had wrecked all my clothes and I wanted to be mad about that, but I deserved it, what didn't deserve was her leaving me and she was going to do that.
"Baby, please," I said as I looked at her pleading with her for one more chance, one more anything.
"You don't get to call me that anymore," she said in a hiss of anger before taking a moment to compose herself again while I waited on pins and needles for my chance to tell her I was wrong. I was sorry and it would never happen again.
"Riley came over after he saw the billboards. He's a great gut, Edward," she said with a smile as I watched her, plotting what I was going to say to her to make her stay with me, to make her see that I only loved her.
"I told him everything about your cheating, the billboards, and the clothes. Everything. It was nice to have someone listen to me," she said with a sigh as she looked away from me for a moment.
"You know, he's a smart guy, much smarter than what you ever wanted to give him credit for," she said with a small smile as she looked at me. I had never given my younger brother the benefit of the doubt and Bella knew this. To me, he nothing but a troublesome twenty two year old that was more interested in beer and pussy than graduating college.
"We talked and you know, what he mentioned something really important that I hadn't realized. He mention that public humiliation was great, because well, who wouldn't love those billboards, but in this case the level betrayal needed something more and I agreed with him," she said with a grin that made me feel uneasy as I continued to stand there like a deer trapped in the headlights.
"This level of deception and pain required something more epic something biblical in its response and that's when it came to me," she said with a devious grin.
"Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, sister for a brother," she said with a sinister laugh as I felt my stomach bottom out inside of me from nerves.
"How could you truly understand the betrayal I feel, the pain I feel, the humiliation I feel unless it happened to you," she continued on with a sassy grin as I glanced from her to the TV screen where the sex scene with Bella seemed to be on a constant loop.
"Plus, why should you get family holidays? You fucked my sister! You wrecked any chance of there being another family holiday for me again since there is no way I will ever be able to look at that bitch let alone be in the same room again after knowing what the two of you did!" she yelled at me as I flinched over her words. My mind was racing as I tried to understand what she was telling me. I knew I had fucked up. I knew it would be tough for her, never did I once think about the fact that I would ruin it for her forever.
"Thankfully your brother is quiet the sport. He understood and was….willing to sacrifice his relationship with you to make you understand what you had done," she said as she tried to compose herself once more.
"What are you talking about?" I asked her as I felt the sick feeling in my stomach grow larger, large enough that it felt like it was about to swallow me whole.
"It seemed only fair and honestly, Riley was quiet eager to help me out. Eager and very, very good," she said with a dark snicker as I felt my heart stop beating in my chest.
Bella had sex with my brother. My Bella had been with another. My Bella had punished me by fucking my brother. My brother fucking betrayed me by screwing my wife. My brother had taken what was mine.
My mind was going into over load as I stood there trying to process what she had told me. It hurt to think of her with him. It hurt to know that she had touched him. It just hurt. It was also then that I realized what was on the TV screen. It was her and him together. I spun around to look at the screen and I could see him clearly pushing into my wife with a look of pained concentration on his face as he fucked my Bella.
"The video was his idea. I mean, I watched you with Leah that night so we thought maybe you want to see us. Seeing it really brings it home, doesn't it?" she mocked as she stood there before me with a sad look on her face. There was no vindication. There were clearly no winners here. We both had lost and we lost because of me.
"You didn't just cheat on me. You wrecked my life. You took away my family by being with Leah so it just seemed fair to take away yours since why should I be the only one to suffer from your piss poor decision," she said softly in a pained tone as she looked away from me with a faraway look.
"I'm sorry Bella. I am sorry," I whispered to her as I felt bad for what I had done for the first time since I had fucked Leah. I was sorry. I was sorry I had failed her. I was sorry that I had caused all of this
"Yeah, you will be when my attorney is done with you. I have plans to make sure you spend the next twenty years living in your mom's basement because you won't be able to afford anything else. Fuck my sister, and I'll wreck your life," she said with a happy sigh as she looked away from me
"I'll be out of here in a minute so…" she trailed off as she moved towards the hallway to where our bedroom would be.
"What? Where are you going?" I asked her panicked as I watched her go. I couldn't lose her. I couldn't let her leave.
"It doesn't matter; I just know that I'm not staying here with you. We're done, Edward," she said firmly as she walked by me. She stopped at the TV long enough to remove the DVD of her and my brother while I watched her leave without another word to me. I called after her, begging her to stop, but she ignored me, leaving me to wallow in the fuckery I had created.
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