I leapt out of the bed, but not before elbowing Kane in the gut.

“You fucking asshole,” I yelled, with a glare strong enough to shoot daggers through him as he fumbled to sit up in the bed.

“I knew it. I fucking knew it. I never should have trusted you.” He just sat there. He had nothing to say for himself, which was just as well because I had plenty to say for both of us.

“You’re a liar and a cheater. I can’t believe I let myself fall for your tricks. After everything I’ve been through, I should have known better. I’m such an idiot.” I was so furious with him, and myself, that I hadn’t even realized I was standing there yelling at him, completely naked. I kept yelling while I looked around the room, trying desperately to find my clothes before finally remembering they were out back on the clothesline. I reached down and ripped the sheet off his bed, leaving him completely exposed as I covered myself up.

“You told me you’re a one woman kind of man, and I believed you. I believed I was your one woman now. I let myself believe I’d hit the jackpot with you. But no! You’re a multiple woman kind of man. Just like every other man. You’re all the same.” I still couldn’t believe he wasn’t saying anything. He just sat there. I guess there’s not much to say when you’ve been busted for being a piece of shit. I stormed out of the room to get my clothes.

“Where is she? Where is Carolyn? Does she live with you? Is this her house too? This house is massive. It’s way too big for just one person, even if he is a giant asshole.” My voice got louder and louder as I stormed through the house. I needed to make sure he heard every word I said. My blood was boiling. I was so frustrated with myself for not trusting my instincts. For ignoring the signs. I’d asked him in so many ways if he was playing me, but he convinced me he was better than that.

My fault for falling for it!

I passed rooms with the doors shut, went down the stairs, through the living room and kitchen, and opened the door to the back deck. I pulled my pants and top off the clothesline and put them on as I walked back into the kitchen.

“Poor Carolyn. Does she even know you’re a cheater? You’re probably not as good at hiding it as you think you are. Or maybe she isn’t your girlfriend and doesn’t live here. Maybe you’re a womanizer with a revolving door of women. Was Carolyn here the night before me? Is that why her name was so fresh on your mind? Who’s coming tonight?” He was still upstairs, like a coward. The least he could do was come down and own what he’d done. I wanted an explanation. I deserved an explanation. Maybe he figured he didn’t owe me one because we hardly knew each other. I was just some woman he met the night before.

My emotions were all over the place with feelings of total rage and being utterly mortified. But mostly rage.

I was pissed.

I was so tired of men having zero respect for me.

I continued to yell up the stairs at him while I finished getting my clothes on. With one leg in my now dry pants, I hopped around on one foot trying to get the second leg in. After the third hop, I lost my balance and tripped over a chair. I stumbled forward, my legs tangled in my pants, but I was able to break my fall by grabbing onto the fridge.

Once I’d steadied myself, I finished doing up the pants. I looked at the fridge and the truth dawned on me all at once.

It was covered in pictures of a beautiful woman and a little girl. There were some pictures of just the two of them, and others with Kane, like a perfect, happy, beautiful family.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

He was the worst kind of cheater. The married kind! And a father on top!

I practically screamed at the top of my lungs as my hands reached up and I dragged my fingers down the front of the fridge, ripping the pictures off.

“You’re married? You are fucking married and you have a child? Unbelievable.”

Some of the pictures caught between my fingers and I crumpled them in my fists.

“I can’t believe you. I thought you were different. But you’re not. You’re just like Matt. You’re so selfish. A married man and a father. No wife or child deserves this sort of betrayal. How could you?” I looked down at my feet and saw the faces of his wife and daughter looking up at me. My stomach turned and I wanted to vomit.

“Oh my God,” I said in a quiet voice to myself. “Now I’m the other woman. He’s made me the other woman.”

The reality really started to sink in as I realized what I’d just done.

“Now I’m the other woman. You’ve made me the other woman,” I repeated, but this time louder.

“I would have never, ever, slept with you if I’d known you were married. I wouldn’t have come near you. Your wife doesn’t deserve this. Neither do I. You don’t deserve either of us. You’re an awful, selfish asshole and you deserve to be alone, forever.”

I didn’t bother putting on my shoes. I’d had enough. I picked them up and stormed out the backdoor, slamming it behind me so hard it almost broke. I swore to God I would never set foot in that house again.