She Seduced Him Wearing My Mother's Ashes
Juniper Marlow · Completed · 5.9k Words
Introduction
Then I found a half-empty box in his glove compartment. And a thong under his backseat.
That wasn't even the worst part.
The necklace I'd made from my mother's ashes—the one I'd been grieving over losing for a year—was dangling between his twenty-three-year-old trainee's tits. He stole it from our bedroom and gave it to her.
She caught me staring. She smiled.
When I confronted him, he slapped me. Then drove off with her crying in his passenger seat.
Her friends came to my hospital with a livestream, demanding I apologize for "bullying" her.
I led them straight to the parking garage.
They found her on a stretcher. Legs wrapped around my husband. No condom.
The whole internet watched.
Chapter 1
I found out my husband was cheating because of a box of condoms.
Four years of marriage. He'd never once worn one with me—said they didn't feel good, said he couldn't finish. So I swallowed birth control pills every single day, even when they made me sick.
But there it was in his glove compartment. Half empty.
That was just the beginning.
Let me start from when I got off the plane.
I'd cut the conference short by two days. Tomorrow marks three years since Mom died—I had to be there.
I called Marcus from the terminal. "I'm landing at six. Can you pick me up?"
"Of course, babe." His voice was warm, easy. "I'll be there."
Same tone as always. Four years of marriage, and Marcus Holloway still sounded like the man who'd promised to spend his life making things up to me.
His pickup was already idling at arrivals when I walked out.
I opened the passenger door and paused.
The seat was too low.
I'm five-seven. Marcus always keeps the seat adjusted for me—he's the only one who ever sits there. But now it was pushed back and lowered, like someone much shorter had been riding.
I climbed in without commenting.
The smell hit me next. Sweat. Something sweet underneath—perfume, maybe vanilla, maybe coconut. And something else I couldn't name.
I glanced at the backseat through the mirror. The usually spotless leather was rumpled. A blanket I didn't recognize was bunched in the corner.
"How was the flight?" Marcus asked, pulling away from the curb.
"Fine."
He reached over and squeezed my knee. "Missed you."
I looked at his hand. Same hand. Same wedding ring. Same man I'd trusted for four years.
"Did you give anyone a ride lately?" I kept my voice casual. "The car smells different."
"Nope." He didn't even hesitate. "Just drove to the station and back. Why?"
"Just wondering."
He smiled at me—that easy, open smile—and changed the subject to dinner plans.
The lie came out so smooth. Like breathing.
I needed something from the glove compartment. That was my excuse.
I reached over and popped it open.
Hand sanitizer. Registration papers. A box of Trojans.
I stared at it.
Four years of marriage. We'd never once used condoms. Marcus said they didn't feel good, said he couldn't finish with them. So I took the pill. Every single day for four years, even when it made me nauseous, even when my doctor warned me about the long-term effects.
He never offered to wear one. Not once.
But here was a box. Half empty.
I closed the glove compartment.
"Everything okay?" Marcus glanced over.
"Yeah. Couldn't find my lip balm."
Another mile of silence. My chest felt hollow.
We pulled into the garage. Marcus grabbed my suitcase before I could.
"Go inside, get comfortable. I'll bring this up."
"Actually—" I pressed a hand to my stomach. "I need to use the bathroom. Go ahead, I'll be right in."
He nodded and headed for the door.
The moment it closed behind him, I walked around to the back of the truck.
The rear window, fogged from inside, still showed the marks. Two sets of handprints pressed against the glass. Overlapping. The position unmistakable.
I opened the back door.
Under the floor mat, wadded into the corner: black lace. A thong. Size small.
I picked it up with two fingers.
The evidence didn't make me cry. It made everything click into place—the seat, the smell, the condoms, the lie.
I pulled out my phone and took a photo.
Inside, Marcus was already in the kitchen, warming up leftovers.
"Want some pasta? You must be starving."
"Sure." I sat at the counter, watching him move around like nothing was wrong. Like he hadn't been fucking someone in that truck.
"You look tired," he said, setting a plate in front of me. "Get some rest after dinner. Big day tomorrow."
He remembered.
Of course he remembered. Tomorrow was why he'd married me in the first place—his shot at redemption for not saving my mother from that fire.
I took a bite. Chewed. Swallowed.
"I might turn in early."
"Good idea." He kissed the top of my head. "Love you."
The words landed like dead weight.
I locked the bedroom door and pulled up my cousin Zoe's number. She worked admin at the fire station—Marcus's station. If anyone could dig up dirt, it was her.
Me: I need you to look into someone for me.
Zoe's reply came in three seconds: What's going on?? Who do I need to kill??
I sent the photo. Black lace against the gray floor mat of Marcus's truck.
Me: Find out who this belongs to. Fifty grand if you get me a name.
Zoe: FIFTY GRAND??? Girl what did he do
Zoe: Nvm. Say less. I'll have that skank's whole life turned inside out by tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I'd visit Mom's grave.
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