Suddenly Dirty (Dirty Texas #1)(7)

By: J.A. Low

Another message from Beau lights up my screen asking if I am okay?

What do you think dickhead, I am sitting here celebrating the fact my husband is a cheating scumbag? I take a deep breath and shoot him a text.

Sienna: I’m at Derricks. I’m staying here for a while.

A message comes back immediately.

Beau: Sisi, I’m sorry, please come home. I can go somewhere else.

Anger fills me.

Sienna: I’m sure Diana would be delighted. You can now live the life you were supposed to have. Isn’t that what she said?

Was I the poor substitute for Diana all these years? His family made it clear she was always who he was supposed to marry. Her photo haunted me every time I visited my in-laws home. Pictures from Beau’s high school formal taking pride and place beside their wedding photo. There was none of Beau and me together anywhere. It’s not my fault they broke up after high school and she moved to Europe. Wasn’t my fault I met Beau at University, or even the fact that he asked me out – was not my fault. Again wasn’t my fault six months later when he whisked me away to Las Vegas and married me when I turned 21.

The little bubbles hovered for a while; I guess he’s choosing the right words.

Beau: I never meant for this to happen. I was faithful to you all those years, she’s the first. I don’t know how this happened.

It’s simple Beau; your dick went into her vagina.

Sienna: Do you love her?

The waiting for his answer was killing me.

Beau: It’s complicated.

What the fuck kind of answer is that. Nothing complicated about it at all. You love her so that’s why you cheated on me.

Sienna: Why her? You could have been with anyone else. I may even have forgiven you for it, but her. Why did you choose her? Why?

Beau: It just happened.

Right there … my heart broke. I would have felt better if he had said she was the love of his life. We had a healthy sex life; I was a good wife, we were both busy with our careers but we never neglected each other. I don’t understand!

Sienna: Was I a horrible wife? Did I do something wrong? I don’t get it, I thought we were happy?

My hands shaking as I typed the message out.

Beau: No Sisi, you were perfect, you are perfect. I’m the one that messed up and I am the one that has to deal with the consequences.

Damn right he does.

Sienna: I can’t forgive you over this. I want a divorce.

Beau: I know. I will sort it, okay. I won’t fight you on anything, I promise. I still love you Sienna, I always will. Just know I had no choice.

What the hell! Beau, you had a choice; you should have kept your cock in your pants. You should have said no to her advances. You had fucking choices!

Sienna: We all have choices, Beau. You chose the wrong one.

Beau: I know, I know I did.

The smell of bacon filters through my door, tossing my phone on the bed, I’ve had enough of Beau for the day.

“Morning, Princess.” Derrick calls out from behind the island bench, dishing out bacon and eggs onto a white plate. “How are you?” His face softens as he looks at me.

“I spoke to Beau.”

Derrick hands me breakfast as we sit down at the table together. “And?” He questions, raising an eyebrow at me.

“I hate him D. I hate him so fucking much. He doesn’t sound like the man I married.” Tears threaten to spill again, I push myself to hold them back, I am sick of crying over this man who doesn’t seem to give a fuck about me.

“I’m sorry, Si. You don’t deserve this. Maybe it’s an early mid-life crisis. He should have bought a fucking Ferrari, not fuck that ice princess ex-girlfriend.” He responds, giving my hand a squeeze.

The mention of Diana made my stomach recoil again.

“I am here for you, babe; you know that.”

I nod because I know Derrick will be there for me through thick and thin.

“Okay y’all, rock, paper, scissors, who goes in and talks to Vanessa?” Finn says, as soon as the door closes behind her.

Yep, we are chicken shit; most men can’t handle crying women. We all huddle around in a circle, our hands ready. Fuck, I am out first, hate that game I always suck at it. “Christian you should go; she’s your best friend,” I encourage, hoping he’d save me.

“No way, I might be the reason she’s upset. I don’t want her to yell at me or give me sad eyes. Her sad eyes kill me.”

“Good luck, buddy,” Oscar says, slapping me so hard on the back that it propels me forward towards the door. Damn fucking Viking; doesn’t know his strength sometimes.

I walk out of the hotel room flipping them all the bird as I go. Nodding to our security guys perched outside our suites, I ask, “Which way did Nessa go?”