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parties and since you’re a free lady…”
    “Okay that sounds like fun just let me know so that I can make sure I have the time off.  Talk to you later.”
    She clicked off her phone and for the first time in years, she felt light.  At that moment Summer realized that Trey had been a burden on her, now with him gone she felt lighter.  And the constant simmering anger she had whenever she thought about him, was gone, all she felt was sadness. 
     

Chapter 4
     
    Violet glanced at her husband.  Clint was snoring softly.  She had come to bed naked, a green light for sex.  But when Clint had slid in beside her, he had pecked her on the forehead and promptly went to sleep.  That was hours ago, she had long since pulled on a pair of flannel pajamas, Clint hated them, but they kept her toasty. 
    “You have to be sleeping with someone,” she hissed angrily at her sleeping husband and Clint snored on.  He slept hard, he could sleep through anything, a car could crash into their house and he wouldn’t budge.  “We haven’t made love in months, and after I practically threw myself at you tonight you ignore me.  You definitely must be getting it somewhere else.”  The pain of Clint’s affair had never left; it dimmed a little then flared at times, causing her indescribable pain that pierced her heart.  When her first husband had cheated on her, she had told herself that she wouldn’t stand for it in her second marriage; she’d divorce him before being lied to again.  But when Clint broke their marriage vows, she found herself eating her words. 
    Violet studied his sleeping form, his strong, muscular body.  She impulsively reached out to stroke his bare back, but just as quickly changed her mind and crossed her arms tightly over her chest.  Violet searched her mind for a happier time with Clint and as usual their first meeting immediately came to mind.  They had met at a club.  She and a bunch of her girlfriends had gone out to get her drunk because she had just broken up with her boyfriend.  Newly married and happily so, Althea had drank non-alcoholic beverages that night and assigned herself as the designated driver.
    He had caught her eye on the dance floor; he had danced for five songs straight.  When he had stepped off the floor, his dance partner looked like she wanted something more but he had quickly dismissed her before sauntering over to the bar.  Without hesitating, Violet had boldly walked up to him and offered to buy him a drink.  Normally, she would have been too intimidated to approach him, because of his good looks, but because she was drunk and had her girls egging her on, she went for it.
    She had lost herself in his hazel eyes.  Despite the fact that it was dangerous as hell, she had left the club with him that night and slept with him.  When they had gotten married; he had moved into her four-bedroom home.  Violet sadly shook her head.  “We were so happy then.  I slept on your cheating ass before, I won’t do it again.”  She clicked off the light and settled under the down comforter.  “I’ll think of something and bust your cheating ass.”
     
    The next morning, while she and Althea were jogging, Violet got an idea on how she could find out if Clint was cheating.  She didn’t dare confide in Althea because she knew that her friend would never approve.  She could barely contain her excitement, and after their run she had raced off, blaming an early morning meeting. 
    She wanted to place a posting on the Internet.  She decided against a private investigator because while she was sure Clint was cheating, she didn’t trust them.  She had used one in the past and he turned out to be worthless.  The one she had hired to follow her first husband overcharged her and told her that her husband wasn’t cheating.  It wasn’t until his mistress had called her and admitted to cheating with her husband for months, did she file for divorce.  At that point she was too