Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 27

Bethany

POV

For the first time ever, I was tender between my legs, but it was not an unwanted feeling, it told me I had been thoroughly f****d, and that was a good thing. After the shower, I watched Theo leave my home with my pink fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. I am not really a pink person, but the towels were special, and they were super soft. Pink was the only color left, so I purchased them, thinking no one would see them. I had not packed towels or linen of any kind when I moved out. I sent it all to the goodwill shop, wanting to start over fresh, taking nothing with me that would be a daily reminder of what I had lost. But watching Theo walk out that door in a pink towel made buying them all the more worth it. I giggled to myself as he looked over his shoulder and winked at me before he closed it behind him. He must know what it looked like, and I am sure he put the towel as low as he could on his hips, showing his defined back and legs and humm, yummy body, and last night it was all mine.

Dressed in shorts and a tank top, I started to prepare breakfast. I assumed that Theo would be back. We had yet to really discuss our plans for today, as we were too caught up with other things last night and what I was going to do today was the last thing on my mind.

After our activity last night, I thought some bacon and eggs would be needed, some protein, rather than pancakes, so I got busy, singing softly to the music playing on the radio. I was feeling terrific; all my worries were far behind me, for now at least. I laid the table while the bacon and sausage were cooking, and even threw in some hash browns, grabbed some juice and glasses, and put them on the table. Coffee was ready, and soon toast was popping up. Everything was going well, and nothing could spoil my day. When Theo entered the kitchen, he was dressed in a suit, and I frowned, that was not how I expected him to return. I thought we would have a leisurely day together, but I was wrong.

He stopped and stared at the food on the table and sighed.

'I have been called into work, an emergency! he said as an explanation.

'Do you have time to grab something to eat before you go? Or would you like me to put some into a container, and you can eat along the way! I did not know what he did for a living and did not think to ask. I know Dad was often called to work, and he is a policeman, so I figured an important job it was, it was important.

'Yeah, I think I can delay leaving for a few minutes and eat fast,' he said with a sad smile as he sat and started to fill a plate.

'I don't know how long I will be. Sometimes things can take all day and late into the night. I nodded and smiled at him, glad he was eating at least. When he had eaten a decent amount, he wiped his lips with a napkin and stood up. 'Thank you for understanding and the meal. I'll let you know if I can get away!

'That is okay; it is not like we had made any plans. I walked him to the door and watched him enter the lift and leave. I was disappointed, but I understood. My job was often like that, so I should not be shocked. Other people's jobs are not eight-to-four jobs. I finished my food, packed the rest away, and put it in the fridge. Since I had not planned anything today, I decided to call my Dad and see if he would like to see the city's sights.

'Hey, Dad, are you busy today?'

'Kind of; I am going to work today and look around, set up my desk, and talk to the chief! Why?'

'I was thinking of sightseeing and going for a walk around the place. I was going to offer a lunch date and talk.'

'Can I call you in a few hours? I want to finish this before Monday so I am not a fish out of water when I start my new job. Having already done that myself, I understood what Dad meant.

'Sure, Dad, I will go out and walk around anyway, and if you call, we can meet up somewhere, but it's okay if you get stuck at work; I understand, and we have a lunch date for tomorrow anyway, so that I can talk to you then.

'Sure thing, Kiddo, we can do that. Sorry, got to run. Dad hung up, and I found I was smiling; Dad sounded happy and his old self again. I was concerned about him leaving Mum as he did, that maybe he was having second thoughts, but the way he sounded, it was almost like he was excited to be working, and that was not something he had shown in a while. My divorce was also a good thing for him, spurring him to do something he should have done years ago. I knew he was not happy in his marriage either. We had talked about it several times, and when I complained about mine, we were both in the same boat, just with different paddles.

I changed from my shorts to jeans, grabbed my purse and phone, and headed out. I was going to walk around the city, and replace a nice park nearby that would be good for jogging in when I had the urge. I prefer to do the laps in the pool, but occasionally, if the weather is ideal, I would go for a jog.

There was a park nearby, and many joggers ran by. It had a small pond, a lot of ducks swimming around, and a playground for children. It was well-maintained, and I was pleased that it was close enough for me to jog from my home.

I sat on a park bench and watched the children play on the swings and slides. A mother arrived with a bag of bread, and soon, the children came rushing over to her. I got the impression she did this regularly as the group headed to the pond. The ducks came rushing over. The moment they saw her, they were in such a hurry it was like they were flying over the water as their feet were running across the pond, making splashing sounds with each foot hitting the water; quacks of excitement filled the air along with the giggles of the children, and ducks tried to take food from their hands. The whole sight was wonderful, and I was glad that I took the time to come out and sit in the sun for a little while, or I would have missed this lovely sight. Parents of the children were seated on park benches, watching the children closely as they neared the pond, but the woman who arrived with the bread had everything under control, keeping the young ones away from the edge.

I am not sure how long I sat and enjoyed the park and the different activities that seemed to waltz past me as I sat there, my stomach grumbling told me it was time to move on. I found a lovely little café not too far away and sat down to eat. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

I ate the chicken salad and sipped my coffee, watching people walk by and the different clothing they wore. It was interesting to see that, having been so busy with my work and trying to have a life, I had missed the simple things. My day had been good until I saw him walk by.

By him, I mean Theo, with a blonde bombshell on his arm, and he was laughing with her. My heart plummeted, and I wondered if I was being strung along that he had many booty-call ladies, all with the same promise of being faithful until one of us found another to date. Saddened by this, I left the café and headed back to my home, and for the first time since I had moved in, I locked my door and cried my heart out. Have I been foolish to trust him, like I had? I need to get my head out of this and think about a booty call, and not

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