My Mother's Grave, His Mistress's Bed
Juniper Marlow · Completed · 6.0k Words
Introduction
I watched it burn in front of my mother's grave.
Eight weeks. That was how far along I had been.
Three days ago, on the anniversary of her death, I came here to talk to her. To tell her she was going to be a grandmother.
Instead, I found my husband fucking his ex-girlfriend against the oak tree twenty feet from her headstone.
I lost the baby that night.
Chapter 1
The ultrasound photo caught fire slowly, curling at the edges before the flame swallowed it whole.
I watched it burn in front of my mother's grave.
Eight weeks. That was how far along I had been.
Three days ago, on the anniversary of her death, I came here to talk to her. To tell her she was going to be a grandmother.
Instead, I found my husband fucking his ex-girlfriend against the oak tree twenty feet from her headstone.
I lost the baby that night.
Rhett found me at the cemetery.
Of course he did. He always knew where to find me when he needed to apologize.
"Cordelia." He stopped a few steps away, keeping his distance. Smart. "I've been looking for you all morning."
I didn't turn around. "You said you'd be back for the anniversary."
"I know."
"That was three days ago."
He was quiet for a moment. Then he walked closer and crouched beside me, his coat brushing the grass.
"I'm sorry."
Two words. Delivered with the perfect amount of softness.
I had heard them ninety-nine times before.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a folded document along with a leather-bound book.
"The shares you wanted from the Wellington project. Fifteen percent." He set the document on the grass and opened the book. "Sign here, and it's yours."
I knew this ritual by heart.
Every time he got caught, he would transfer another piece of his wealth to my name. Houses. Stock. A yacht once. He knew I came from old money—gifts alone could never buy my forgiveness.
So he added the blood.
He bit down on his ring finger and pressed a fresh print onto the page, right next to my signature line.
"I swear," he said, "this is the last time."
When we first got married, he made me a promise: if he ever filled this book with a hundred prints, he would sign everything over and walk away with nothing.
A hundred chances. That was what he was betting on.
I looked at the page. Ninety-nine prints, now one hundred.
He probably lost count years ago.
"Let's go home," he said gently. "I'll make you something to eat. We can talk."
I almost laughed.
This was his pattern. Every single time.
The apology. The transfer. The blood. The promise.
Then the gentle domesticity, as if cooking me a meal could erase whatever he had done.
To the outside world, Rhett Callahan was the perfect husband. Attentive. Generous. Never raised his voice.
Only I knew that every act of kindness was just damage control.
I was about to say it. I want a divorce.
But he was already pulling me to my feet, his hand warm on my elbow.
"Come on. You're freezing out here."
Back at the house, Rhett disappeared into the kitchen.
I sat on the couch and opened my phone.
The monitoring app was already running. I had installed it on his phone after the ninetieth blood print—a standard precaution in families like mine. Divorce was always a possibility. Evidence was always necessary.
I scrolled through the audio logs from last night.
Soft sounds. Breathing. Then her voice, breathy and teasing.
"Tell me I'm better than her."
A pause. Sheets rustling.
"Tessa."
"Come on. I'm tighter, right? You've been married to her for what, four years? You must be so bored of her by now."
"Don't."
His voice was sharp. Harder than I expected.
"Don't talk about her."
She laughed, high and careless. "Fine, fine. You're so sensitive about her. It's cute."
I stopped the recording.
He still defended me. Even in bed with another woman.
How noble of him.
I scrolled further. A voice message from this morning, sent while Rhett was driving to find me.
"Baby, thank you so much for the burial plot. Mom's finally going to have a proper resting place. I'm going to bring her favorite flowers when we do the ceremony. I'll tell her all about us."
A pause. Her voice turned softer.
"She'll be watching over us. I just know it. She'd be so happy I found you again."
I set the phone down.
So he bought her a grave for her mother.
He couldn't even remember my mother's death anniversary.
Rhett came out of the kitchen with a bowl of congee. He set it in front of me, then checked his watch.
"I need to run out for a bit. Client dinner."
"Now?"
"Last minute thing." He grabbed his coat. "I won't be long."
I stirred the congee slowly. "Take your time."
He paused at the door, looking back at me. "You okay?"
"I'm fine."
He nodded once, then left.
I listened to his car pull out of the driveway.
Then I picked up my phone and opened the tracking app.
His car was heading east. Toward her apartment.
I closed the app and set the phone aside.
The Winslows don't do scandals. When we end things, we end them clean.
No drama. No loose ends. Just a signature and a door that closes forever.
He wasn't worth the mess.
But he was going to pay for every single one of those hundred prints.
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