Revenge in Red

I sighed and rubbed away the bead of sweat that ran down my forehead. The stress of working overnight at St. Martin's general hospital was getting to me, but that was what I signed up for when I became a nurse. I smiled when I felt a tap on my shoulder before I heard her voice.

"Go on your break, Melanie. You've done so much work." Alana said as she took the cart from my hands and smiled at me.

"Thank you." I chuckled and conceded, not wanting to be here any longer than I needed to. I walked through the hallway towards the reception with one thought on my mind. My husband, Davon.

I licked my lips and took out my phone to call him. One ring. Two rings. Three. Nothing. I huffed and tried again, the call cutting off just when it started to ring. A frown creased my forehead. Davon always answered my calls, especially this late. For the past two years, he'd been distant, coming home later, showering immediately, barely touching me. The kind of signs I'd told myself I was imagining but it had happened so much that I was sure we had issues in my marriage. Where they were coming from I was not sure.

I had asked Davon multiple times but he always shrugged it off saying that we were okay.

But I was sure that I wasn't imagining anything. We had issues.

I switched through apps, pulling up our home security cameras. It was late, so he'd be back from work by now. My finger hovered over the screen before I tapped the living room camera. Nothing. The kitchen. Still nothing. Then I switched to the bedroom camera and everything changed.

I saw Davon all right, safe and sound, thrusting into a woman whose face I couldn't see as she moaned his name and pawed at him, pulling him close. My eyes widened in shock and my mouth went slack. But that was only the tip of the iceberg.

Just as I stood frozen to the ground, a man stepped into the frame, naked and eager. He walked over to Davon and stopped him with a passionate kiss before he pulled my husband away from his mistress and bent him over. My hand flew to my mouth as I watched my husband being fucked by a stranger, his fingers digging into the satin sheets I picked out and his face contorted in pleasure, his moans even louder than the mistress.

The woman in the footage smirked and moved over to them, inserting herself where she could. I could feel bile rising to my throat, forcing me to throw up on the hospital floor as my world spun. My husband of five years was having a threesome with a man and a woman, and from the looks of it, this wasn't a one-time thing.

"Melanie!" I heard Alana's voice call out to me as she rushed over, her hands steadying me as I