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said aloud. She looked around hoping that there was a window with a good view.
    The front of the house had the perfect view into the living room where Jacob sat watching the basketball game. She watched as the woman sat on his lap and handed him the drink. Annabelle fought the urge to pick up a brick and shatter the window, which to her, almost represented Jacob's picture perfect lifestyle she wasn’t privy to. As she peered into the window, she could somewhat hear the conversation.
    “Daddy, Daddy, I left Samson in the car.”
    The little boy had come out of the kitchen and looked upset. “‘Daddy? What the fuck does he mean ‘Daddy’?” Annabelle asked aloud. As Jacob got up, she felt sick to her stomach. Jacob was a father and he had never even brought it up?
    She had made up her mind right in that moment. She was going to knock on the door and make sure to huff and puff, and blow his house down. As she made her way to the front door, she heard the garage door opening. She slid to the side of the house and waited. It was Jacob, she could tell by the sound of his footsteps. She was going to wait to see his face and jump out on his ass. She was going to try her hardest to beat his ass. Just when she saw his face, her feet couldn’t move. Her anger was weighing her down. She watched him go into the car, and after, the trunk. That’s when it hit her, she had to move now. Slowly, but as fast as she could without making a sound, she made her way into his garage. She hid on the side of what she presumed was his wife’s car and waited. She was undetected as Jacob walked in, pushed the garage door button, and slipped back into the house.
    She lost track of time as she waited for the house to quiet down. Finally, she heard the television go off. With a cracked garage door, she heard the woman speak.
    “You owe your wife a bath and a nice body rub, remember?”
    There, she heard it with her own ears. That motherfucker Jacob was married. She watched as the couple made their way upstairs. She thought about things for a minute and within seconds, she was leaving the garage and stepping into Jacob's home. The home he shared with his wife and kid.
     
     

Bedroom Secrets
    Annabelle had learned a lot in the short time she spent in Jacob’s house. Pictures told the story of a family who seemed to love each other very much. There were photos of family vacations, date nights, and family reunions. Envy dripped from every breath Annabelle took. As she let thirty minutes pass before heading upstairs, she couldn’t help but wonder what kind of man Jacob was. How could he have all of this at home, yet live a double life with her? When she heard the giggling and splashing coming from upstairs, she slowly made her way up. With each step she took, the pain of another broken relationship slashed at her heart. She thought that finally, she had found her man. A real man who would never do this to her. She had been down this road of broken hearts before. She thought that the last time would be the last time, but men would be men. First, she came to the little boy’s room. She stuck her head in and he was fast asleep. She couldn’t help how she felt, she wanted to get an up close look at him. As she walked up on him, she held her breath. As soon as she looked into his face, her heart broke a little bit more. He looked just like his father. The night light hit his face perfectly. There it all was, Jacob’s lips, his hair, and his nose. She couldn’t help but want to touch him. She wanted to make sure that he was real. He was everything that she had always wanted with Jacob.
    Annabelle leaned in and let her fingers grace his soft little cheek. He was beautiful, he was… Jacob. Standing there, lost in a wishful trance, she heard her voice.
    “I’m coming right back, baby. I just want to check on Junior.” Annabelle had to pull herself away from the beautiful creature and had to think quickly. Her eyes darted around the room and the only