Tell Rebecca

I decided the only honorable thing to do was to tell Rebecca. I left the room and had barely taken two steps when I almost ran into her. I noticed she was angry. "Let me guess," I started, "you already know."

She nodded. "I saw Chris and my mom walk into the bathroom together," she bit out.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked her.

Rebecca shook her head. "What's the point of talking about it? We know that my husband is cheating on me with my own mother!" she snapped.

"Then maybe you should get ****," I suggested.

"What do you mean?" she asked, although I knew she knew what I meant.

Instead of replying, I moved in closer to her, backing her up against the wall. I placed a hand under her chin and lifted her head up a bit. Our lips met.