Chapter 5 REALIZATION.

CHAPTER 5: REALIZATION.

As Elizabeth took her bath, her thoughts ran wild. Her expressions facially reflected the turmoil within her. She just couldn't make out what Trevor would want to tell her. 'What could he possibly want to tell me?' She pondered, with her eyes squinting as she looked into the mirror.

In as much as she wondered what Trevor had to tell, she wasn't going to skip her regular skin care routine. Elizabeth was indeed beautiful. Trevor couldn't have been attracted to anything less. Her long blonde hair flowed across her shoulders, her green eyes were seductive, and her curvy athletic build was the craving of men who beheld her.

Beyond the physical qualities she was endowed with, she also had a beautiful soul. Trevor fell head over hills in love with her when they first met 10 years ago, at a flea market in New York. They dated for 7 months before he popped the big question. He had no doubt that their's would be a happily ever after. But how wrong he was.

Finishing up with her skin care routine, Elizabeth eagerly rushed downstairs to the living room, where Trevor was. "So what was it you wanted to tell me?" Elizabeth eagerly said even before getting seated in a couch beside the three seater couch where Trevor sat.

"Mr Bob called me earlier today when you left the house, and asked me for some help. He was asked to supervise a project at a friend's construction site outside town, in Manhattan. But he lacks the requisite skills for such, so he asked me to come do the job for him, and we'll split whatever is paid in half, both of us sharing it equally." Trevor lied with a straight face.

"Alright." Elizabeth nodded. "How long will you be gone?" She asked, not because she would miss him, but because she needed to know how many days of freedom she would have to openly express her infidelity.

"Three to five days at most. Well, it depends on the progress of the work anyway. But it should take five days at the most." Trevor lied further.

"Alright. As far it fetches us money, am okay with it." Elizabeth tried sounding supportive, but she was far from supportive. Within her, her joy knew no bounds. 'Finally, freedom.' She rejoiced inwardly.

"Do you need help packing up some stuff you need?" Elizabeth asked, putting up the 'supportive wife act'. "Nah. I can handle it." Trevor replied, smiling a bit.

It made Trevor wonder, 'How is she all of a sudden so supportive? Does she really want me away from the house?' This time, he didn't shrug off the thought. He took note of it. His suspicions were being confirmed.

"I need to get some rest." Elizabeth said, yawning exhaustedly as she stretched out her hands. But that was all fake. She just needed a polite excuse to leave the presence of Trevor.

The next morning, Elizabeth woke up to see Trevor already packing up his stuff into a shuttle bag. "You're up already?" Elizabeth asked yawning, covering her mouth with her right hand, stretching out the other.

"Yeah. We need to catch the bus. It's scheduled for 7:45 am. I am just left with an hour to meet up with Mr Bob." Trevor became more confident at lying. But specifically, lying to Elizabeth, for what he had purposed at heart.

"Let me fix you something to eat, while you shower." Elizabeth offered to make Trevor a simple breakfast. This was sort of his last supper, or breakfast as the case was.

"Wow. This looks yummy." Trevor praised Elizabeth for the simple bread toast and scrambled eggs she quickly prepared. As Trevor sat down to eat, Elizabeth poured him a glass of tropical juice. "Thank you honey." Trevor momentarily felt like a king, as he dined.

Quickly finishing up the meal, he hurriedly grabbed his bag and headed for the door, but halted. "Oh! Before I forget." Trevor gave Elizabeth a kiss. She wasn't expecting it, but she kissed him back.

Closing the front door, she leaned against the door with her head facing up and eyes closed, she sighed. Opening her eyes, she screamed out for joy, jumping like a child who had received a surprise gift.

Immediately Trevor hopped into a taxi and drove off, Elizabeth got her phone and excitedly called the number that Trevor had seen calling her. "Hey babe. Guess what? Trevor is out of town and won't be coming back in at least three days? So you know what that means right? We can stay here all day, without worrying about him. I can't wait to have you over. See ya."

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"On his way to the bus station, he took a detour arriving at Paul's house.

"Uncle Trevor!" Michelle ran and hugged Trevor as Paul opened the door after hearing the door bell ring.

Trevor greeted Paul's wife. "Thank you for agreeing to let me stay here, until this sting operation is over."

"Let's get you settled in." Paul took Trevor to the guest room. He returned to the living room meeting,Paul seated there.

"You couldn't make it to work today?" Trevor enquired as he sat down in a couch.

"I called in sick yesterday, so as to be here when you arrived, and see how things goes." Paul replied.

"So it begins huh? Paul said, as though he read Trevor's mind. "So it begins." Trevor retorted.

Trevor logged in to the surveillance app, to have a view of what was happening in his house. He truly wished he could afford two of the clock cameras. That would have enabled him have a more detailed view of anything that happens in house.

It had been over two hours since Trevor arrived at Paul's house and got settled in. So far so good, everything seemed normal. He saw Elizabeth cleaning up the bedroom, then she left the room. After a while, she came back in, placed her yoga mat on the floor beside the bed, and had some stretches.

Trevor sat back as he watched the show. Had he not been married to her, he'd have been considered a pervert.

"Should I get you a drink?" Paul asked, opening the door to the guest room slightly. "Yeah. I'll be most grateful." Trevor consented humbly. In a few minutes, Paul returned with a beer for Trevor and himself. "Here you go." Paul handed the beer to Trevor.

"Trev, can I ask you question?" Paul asked politely.

"Of course. Shoot." Trevor approved.

"Let's imagine that what you see, confirms your suspicions. What would you do?" He didn't want his friend to live in denial. He wanted to prepare Trevor's heart for the worst case scenario.

"Hmmm..." Trevor sighed, short of words. He hadn't given much thought to the aftermath of his possible discovery. "I don't know man. I don't know." Trevor sighed. His demeanor, gloomy.

Evening had come, and nothing suspicious had happened. It all looked normal. Then, he noticed something.

Elizabeth came into the bedroom, took off her clothes, revealing her sexy curvy athletic body. She got into a fishnet lingerie. Trevor squinted his eyes, 'Since when did she get that lingerie?' His attention was now pricked.

Elizabeth noticed the new clock, and stared at it for a bit. Trevor feared that she would uncover his plans. She stared at it while she got dressed, but made no move to come any closer to verify. She just admired the clock, having no suspicion at all.

Moments later, Trevor's phone rang. "Hey honey." It was Elizabeth.

"Hey. How are you?" Trevor composed himself as he answered the phone.

"Am good. So, how was the trip?" Elizabeth asked.

"It was tiring but I'll survive." Trevor lied exceptionally. "So what are you doing?" He asked further.

"Well, am at aunt Sally's." Elizabeth lied, which caused Trevor's suspicions to fly off the roof. He knew something was up.

'She has just worn a fishnet lingerie, cleaned up, and she's calling me to know if I've arrived. She's trying to be sure she wasn't going to get caught.' Trevor flared up in his thoughts, but calmly talked with Elizabeth.

"They sure need all the support they can get." Trevor chuckled a bit.

"Do take care honey." Elizabeth said sweetly.

"And you too." Trevor replied, ending the call. Immediately he logged back in to the surveillance feed to see Elizabeth rejoicing.

"He's as dumb as he's broke." Elizabeth scorned at Trevor. Trevor was enraged. She just lied and insulted him. Paul walked in to check up on Trevor, and saw the rage in his face.

Barely a minute later, the bombshell dropped. What they saw, shattered Trevor, utterly.

They saw Elizabeth catwalking into the room, making efforts to shake her ass. 'But who was all of that for?' Trevor wondered as his heart raced.

Elizabeth sat beside the bed, with legs spread apart. Then a man walked up to her, kissed her passionately, as she unzipped his pants.

As Trevor watched the live feed, hot tears rolled down his eyes, but he kept on watching. He wanted to see if Elizabeth would go all the way. He still held out hope that she wouldn't. Or was he just stupid in love?

His hope was dashed to the ground. Elizabeth and the man began having sex. Trevor's phone fell off his hand, as he slowly slumped to the floor, leaning against a wall.

The pain of betrayal he felt ran deep in his soul. Paul sat beside him, not knowing what to say, but at the same time afraid of saying anything. He didn't want to add salt to the wound, doing more damage than good. But he knew, deep down in his heart, that it would come to this.

Trevor eventually pulled himself together. He got up from the floor, and took his bath. Paul excused himself from the room, but was still observant to make sure his friend didn't do anything reckless.

Trevor joined Paul and his wife in the living room, looking refreshed. "I'm going home." Trevor declared, having given thought to his next course of action.

However, hearing this, Paul was a bit concerned. He wondered what his best friend would do next and feared that something terrible might happen.