Wifey is pissed!

As Mrs Roberts storms into the living room Carli can tell things weren't right. Her husband was chasing after her, reaching for her arm to try and slow her down.

"Baby...baby come on baby." He was saying.

"Don't you fucking baby me!" She snarls at him and rips her arm from his grasp. Turning back her eyes were laser focused on the stunned young babysitter.

Carli gulps. "Um...hi Mr and Mrs Roberts. Did...you have a good night?" She says with a hopeful smile.

Mrs Roberts eyes narrow in pure rage and hatred. "You...little...fucking...SLUT!"

Carli's eyes go wide as she gasps. "Mrs Roberts!"

Mr Roberts, who at this point had very apologetic and guilty look on this face, tries to calm his infuriated wife. "Debby, calm down baby. Leave Carli alone, she's got nothing to do with this."

"The hell she doesn't!" She bellows. "You little hussy. You little home wrecker."

Carli was starting to clue in to what this was about. She stands and holds her hands out in innocence. "I-I never...we never..."

"Shut your whore mouth!" Mrs Roberts growls. "I saw the texts...slut. Tried to be all anonymous, but you fucked up. You mentioned you'd be babysitting tonight you dumb bitch!"

Carli shifts her eyes to Mr Roberts, the obvious guilt on his face told a story. Carli puts two and two together. It was supposed to be Denise sitting tonight. Holy shit...Mr Roberts and Denise! She hated to admit it in that moment, but as she looked at the handsom Mr Roberts she was a bit jealous of the other sitter. Not that he'd have anything to do with her. Oh how she wished she was a normal girl.

Mrs Roberts catches the look Carli was giving her husband and completely misreads it.

"You...little...slut!" She hisses once more.