6

Sitting comfortably in the wheelchair in my office, my gaze is riveted on the large bay window, my mind elsewhere, as often in recent days.

My day was long, several meetings and appointments followed one another, I am exhausted but proud that business is going well.

But the days go by extremely slowly. I force myself somehow to act as naturally as possible with my wife.

Not to arouse suspicion, that's what I'm looking for.

The day before, we had dined in one of the most romantic restaurants in town and the evening ended in a restless and torrid night.

Now she no longer suspects anything, she thinks my little crisis is over, which is just perfect.

My phone, on my desk, vibrates attracting my attention, I retrieve it and immediately pick up the name of my displayed detective.

- Yes Sanchez?

- Sir, I'm at the hotel La nugget and your wife has just entered.

I jump up, walk around my desk and hurry out.

- GOOD. You know what you have left to do.

- Count on me.

I leave my office without further delay following this unexpected information.

- Cancel my appointment with Mathilde, no one bothers me, I barked at my assistant.

- Very good sir.

I sit in my private room, take off my jacket and tie and undo the first buttons of my shirt. I pour myself a glass of whiskey from my mini bar and sit on the big couch in the center of the huge room.

And I'm waiting for Sanchez's signal.

What does he intend to do? Break into the hotel room as a valet and place a spy camera in the wall clock.

Seconds are hours, minutes an eternity. I brush my fingers against my chin, impatient for what's to come.

My smartphone vibrates again indicating the arrival of a message.

You can go there sir. They are in the sequel. Everything is in place.

After having established the connection on my PC, I turn on the screen of my television and after long seconds of waiting, the hotel room ends up appearing.

From the angle of the camera, I get a rough view of the room and it's empty at the moment.

I take a sip from my glass, put my ankle on my right knee and never take my eyes off the screen.

I perceive noises, they converse from the bathroom it seems to me.

A man, who is none other than this old surgeon, first enters. He settles down on the bed to take his shoes off. He then takes off his t-shirt, gets up to approach the camera and puts his watch on the bedside table.

He then serves two glasses of champagne and my wife appears at this moment, dressed in a burgundy red nightie that highlights the whiteness of her skin.

She approaches him, a smile on her lips and embraces him from behind. It begins well..

- I'm glad you could come, a week without seeing you is already an eternity, he told her, turning around.

- I can't afford to come here more often, you know it well, my husband demands my presence more. I don't want him to suspect anything.

- We should be more careful, he says in a mocking tone. But for now you are mine and not his wife..

My wife's crystalline laughter echoes through the room, a sound that is unbearable to me.

She whispers something in his ear that I can't hear, takes the two glasses from his hands and puts them back on the tray.

- Come on… she pulls him towards the bed where she pushes him away.

He lies there comfortably without taking his eyes off my wife.

I only have eyes for her, I take another sip trying to keep my breathing under control.

She begins to undress, biting her lower lip, remains only in lace underwear and feline climbs on her legs.

- You are so beautiful Camille. Your body is my terrible obsession..

He tilts her to the side to find himself on top of her and kisses her passionately. She moans, whispers his name when he travels her body with dizzying curves of burning kisses, his wandering hands leave no part of his anatomy.

He discovers her. Intimately. Entirely. Indecently.

Soon, they find themselves naked to mate like wild beasts before my eyes without knowing it.

It's good Camille, let yourself go.

Let me hear your moans for that other man, express your pleasure more.

Vibrates under the caresses of this surgeon's expert fingers.

Cum for him, harder, again darling.

Feed my hate please, let me hate you even more.

Increase my thirst for revenge.

He lies there comfortably without taking his eyes off my wife.

I only have eyes for her, I take another sip trying to keep my breathing under control.

She begins to undress, biting her lower lip, remains only in lace underwear and feline climbs on her legs.

- You are so beautiful Camille. Your body is my terrible obsession..

He tilts her to the side to find himself on top of her and kisses her passionately. She moans, whispers his name when he travels her body with dizzying curves of burning kisses, his wandering hands leave no part of his anatomy.

He discovers her. Intimately. Entirely. Indecently.

Soon, they find themselves naked to mate like wild beasts before my eyes without knowing it.

It's good Camille, let yourself go.

Let me hear your moans for that other man, express your pleasure more.

Vibrates under the caresses of this surgeon's expert fingers.

Cum for him, harder, again darling.

Feed my hate please, let me hate you even more.

Increase my thirst for revenge.

You make my heart bleed with these atrocious images my love, from second to second watching you bloom majestically with your lover.

I congratulate you, you managed to reach the untouchable Azel Simon, your husband who only had eyes for you.

But know that this suffering will be the one that will push me to be ruthless with you.

I will do much worse, you have provoked the beast that lies dormant in me and you will regret this choice all your life..

For the time being, I feed my revenge on your sighs that were reserved for me, on the image of your so perfect devil's body which straddles this filth, on your undisguised enjoyment, on your betrayal...your infidelity.

I ink these unbearable sounds deeply in my memory, my whole body is tense as ever, an urge to destroy everything gnaws at me painfully.

It's unbearable, it's excruciating to live with a person for years, believing you know them perfectly when such is not the case.

I married a slut.

Has she cheated on me again with someone else? How long has she been sleeping with that asshole? Has she never loved me?

Outside of me, I swing my glass which smashes the screen which breaks ceasing to diffuse these obscene images.

I throw everything that falls into my hand, smash the whole room, unable to contain my rage.

The room is very quickly unrecognizable, shortness of breath and no longer able to stay a second longer in this destroyed room, I leave my company beside myself. I get my car and drive at high speed without worrying about the speed to respect.

The disgusting images keep racing through my mind, I only drive faster, my breathing jerky, my heart pounding.

How long was I driving like this? Five minutes ? A quarter of an hour ? I cannot say.

The tires squeal as I come to a screeching halt on top of a cliff. I get out of my vehicle, slamming the door loudly and walk towards the void.

Why is it so painful? I didn't want to admit it, I didn't want to believe it. I was hoping it was all a mistake.

But no, Camille has indeed just fucked with another before my eyes. Even in my worst nightmares I would never have imagined going through this.

Revenge ! I have to do it, and in the worst possible way!

I want to annihilate her and make her regret her act bitterly.

Damn Camille... Damn no!

- RAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH I screamed at the top of my lungs into the void.

I still scream with all my strength, unable to contain my cries of rage mixed with despair. I empty this overflow of devastating emotions, I don't stop, I need it. Again. Stronger. To destroy my vocal cords.

Unable to stand on my legs any longer, I collapse to the ground, knees and hands flat against the ground, trying to catch my breath which I sorely miss and sobs without being able to contain myself.

Why Camille? Why name a dog!?