3. are furious. You couldn't believe Karen had been so loose.

You try to digest what you had seen and are furious. You couldn't believe Karen had been so loose.

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You sit, facing the entrance, as the ticking clock clacks emptily inside the still apartment. Finally the doorknob turns and Karen enters inside. She’s wearing a dark skirt-suit with matching stockings and a pair of demure low-heeled shoes. Any other time, you would have thought the well-fitting dress looked amazing on her, her beautiful curves well accentuated while still maintaining a professional demeanour, but not anymore. Now all you see is a well dressed whore who enjoyed teasing her colleagues and showing off her legs.

She notices you sitting in the shadows and her look of surprise is quickly replaced with a warm smile of happiness. “This is a surprise!” she tells you. Her expression becomes more mischievous, her lips curling into a teasing smile. “What strings did you pull to get here so quickly?” she whispers seductively, as her eyes glance towards your crotch.

That look and that smile would have gotten you on your knees in an instant. Now it infuriates you and, for a brief moment, you had felt a strong urge to slap her hard across the face. You ball your palms up into fists, your anger kept in check by your sudden fear of your own actions.

Karen notices your mood. She drops her sexy act immediately, her face outlined with worry. “What happened, love? Did something happen at work?” she asks as she walks towards you.

“How many?” you finally make yourself ask. Your tone stops her dead in her tracks and you see a slight flicker of fear in her eyes.

“How many what? Babe... you’re scaring me a little.”

“How many boys did you fuck in England?”

Her expression is blank for a moment, and then she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “You saw the folder,” she says, her voice quavering slightly. It was not a question.

You had expected Karen to be submissive and apologetic. Instead all she gives you is a look of resignation. Your anger boils over and you cannot control yourself anymore.

“I’ve been dating A FUCKING WHORE!” you scream at her. She flinches at your tone and instinctively crouches slightly. You feel a surge of satisfaction at her reaction. Good, you think, this bitch needs to be repentant. She opens her mouth to reply but you cut her off immediately. “You not only spread your legs like some fucking tramp but you call your fuckbuddies over for a visit as well? Next thing you’re going to tell me that you’ve been sleeping with your boss and enjoying giving me his sloppy seconds. Why else would you be dressed like some ten dollar whore?” Karen breaks down and starts crying, her docility sending another surge of satisfaction as it empowers you to continue on.

You rant at her for almost an hour. Karen tries to calm you down, desperately trying to make you understand that she was not the same person in the photos anymore. She gets down on her knees, begging and pleading you to forgive her, swearing over and over again that she hasn’t cheated on you, promising to stop being friends with Sarah and Jakob. Instead of being mollified, her submission just fuels your rage further until you roughly shove her aside and leave the apartment for a walk.

You return hours later to find her still on her knees, waiting for you to return. You walk past her without a word and enter the bedroom... and lock the door behind you. As you undress to sleep, you can hear her sobbing quietly on the other side of the door, before she finally makes her way to the guest room.

The next day, Karen tries to explain the photos again: she and Sarah had been pretty wild during their undergraduate days, but she had toned down completely after graduation. She had focused only on one relationship at a time after that and had never even thought of cheating on you. Occasionally when she was horny, she would open the folder and relive some memories from her past; it had never gone beyond that. You replied in disinterested grunts interspaced by some sharp, verbal taunts.

{if $KateLetch == 1}Never thought of cheating on me, huh?” you had said, disbelievingly. “As if you didn’t eye Robert every time you met him."

She had shown a flash of anger then. “What about Kate? You think I didn’t know about you checking them out too. By your logic, doesn’t that mean you cheated on me as well?” You had merely snorted and looked away, unable to formulate a fitting reply.

{elseif $SarahLetch == 1}Never thought of cheating on me, huh?” you had said, disbelievingly. “As if you didn’t eye Robert every time you met him."

She had shown a flash of anger then. “What about Sarah? You think I didn’t know about you checking them out too. By your logic, doesn’t that mean you cheated on me as well?” You had merely snorted and looked away, unable to formulate a fitting reply.

{elseif $MeganLetch == 1}Never thought of cheating on me, huh?” you had said, disbelievingly. “As if you didn’t eye Robert every time you met him."

She had shown a flash of anger then. “What about Megan? You think I didn’t know about you checking them out too. By your logic, doesn’t that mean you cheated on me as well?” You had merely snorted and looked away, unable to formulate a fitting reply.

{endif}The two of you spent that night apart as well.

The third day, Karen looked at your unchanged expression and said, “You are the love of my life, Mark... and I’ve lost you. We’re never going to get back to where we were, are we?” You notice the overnight bag only when she picks it up. “I’m going to stay with a friend, so don’t worry about me. Once I get another place, I’ll have someone move my stuff over.” She opens the door and gives you one last look, full of love and sadness. “I wish you all the best, darling. I hope you find someone who makes you happier than I did. Goodbye.” And just like that she was out of your life.

Her friends came to move her stuff out a week later. She never came with them, and they refused to tell you anything about her.