My Kind of Perfect (Finding Love 3)

I met Victoria when we were ten, fell in love with her when we were seventeen, and we were married when we were twenty. Now, at twenty-nine years old, we’re about to be divorced. Because there’s no coming back from this. I could forgive her for just about anything, but fucking another man… I can’t do it. No matter how much I love her.

I clear my throat and Victoria’s eyes pop open. It takes her a second for it to click: her husband is home and she’s in bed with another man. But once it does, she jumps out of bed, in nothing but a tiny G-string.

The guy groans, stretching out his arms. He has no clue what’s happening.

“Chase,” she squeaks, her eyes darting between me and her fuck buddy. She runs over to the bathroom door and grabs her robe, throwing it on.

“Huh?” the guy says, opening his eyes and meeting mine. “Oh, shit. Look, man… I don’t want any problems.” He climbs out of bed, wearing only a pair of boxers. Human nature has me checking him out. He’s about the same height as me, has tattoos donning his arms, whereas I’m tattoo free. He’s skinny, tiny abs, but nothing like the muscle I have from working out daily. I’m not sure what’s drawn Victoria to him, until he sniffs and wipes his hand back and forth under his nose. And then it hits me: he’s a druggie, like my wife.

“Look, Chase, I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t want to hurt you,” she says, stepping over next to the guy.

“You told me you two were over,” he says to her.

At this point, most guys would’ve pummeled the man who was sleeping in his bed, but that’s not who I am. I’m married to Victoria, not this guy. Should he have been fucking a married woman? Hell no. But I got a glimpse at her left hand and saw she removed her ring. She’s been lying to both of us.

“We are now,” I tell him calmly, refusing to go ballistic and throw shit. I gave this woman my all. I loved her and supported her. I was faithful to her. And in return, she cheated on me God knows how many times.

My gaze meets Victoria’s. “Let me know when I can come back and pack my shit. I don’t want you to be here. And I’ll file for divorce… you know, since you don’t have any money to file yourself.”

I turn my back on my cheating wife and walk out the door. She doesn’t bother to chase after me, and I don’t expect her to. She made her decision a long time ago.

A few minutes later, I’m pulling into Alec’s complex. It’s nicer than mine, located in a wealthy neighborhood. He comes from a well-off family—stepdad is a retired UFC fighter—and was given the place as a gift after he graduated from the fire academy.

I knock on the door, and Georgia answers. She’s Alec’s roommate, along with her sister, Lexi. She’s holding her laptop in one hand and the door with the other. Her brown hair is up in a messy bun, and her eyes, green like the grass after a good rain, shine in sympathy.

“Hey,” I mutter, “Alec mentioned…”

“Yeah, of course,” she says, thankfully not making me finish my sentence. If I had to, I might fucking lose it. I’m barely holding it together as it is.

I grab the door from her and walk through it, closing it behind me.

“The pillow and blanket are where you left them,” she tells me. “Lexi is at the beach, surfing, and Alec is asleep.”

“Thanks.” I fall onto the couch and drop my face into my hands, trying to figure out how the hell my life has come to this.

My phone dings and I pull it out.

Victoria: You can come by and get your stuff tomorrow. And I’ll file for the divorce. I want it done ASAP.

She’ll file for divorce?

Me: With what money?

There’s no way her cheating ass is getting a dime from me.

Victoria: Raymond said he’d pay.

Raymond… Guess that’s the guy’s name. Must’ve been his Porsche parked in my spot. What a fucking dumbass. He finds out the woman he’s fucking is a liar and offers to pay for her divorce? Must be the powder he’s been snorting.

Me: Cool, he paying for your apartment and Mercedes too?

We both know her broke ass can’t afford to pay for either one. Speaking of which… I pull up my bank app and quickly transfer my money from our joint checking to my sole savings account. I’ll need to visit the bank as soon as possible to close that checking account and open a new one.

I wait a few minutes for her to answer, and when she doesn’t, I put my phone on silent and throw it onto the coffee table. Fuck her and her cheating ass.