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3rd of January, 2007
Michael is 48, Angela is 42

Michael: I thanked Javon and slumped into my hotel suite.

I was so glad to be catching a plane first thing in the morning so I could go back to my family.

My phone went off and I saw Angela's name.

Usually, I would be happy to talk to her, but after yesterday and what Debbie accused her of, I didn't know how much I wanted to speak with her.

When the ringing stopped, I sighed and got back to preparing for bed.

But of course, Angela being so stubborn, had to text me and try calling again.

I knew I had no choice, so I unwillingly picked up.

"What took you so long?" she asked.

"I was taking a shower." I lied.

Angela took in a deep breath before speaking. "Listen, I was sick all day yesterday, throwing up and everything... It seemed weird, and I thought it might be the food, but then the chef's food never made me sick before. And at my appointment today, Dr. Haring took a blood test, and he called me now to tell me why I've been throwing up... Apparently, someone put Emetics into the food I was eating. She made me be sick on purpose, Michael."

"She?"

"Your trustworthy Debbie. I found a box of Emetics in her bathroom cabinet."

What? No way. Debbie would never do that. She wouldn't want to hurt the mother of my child.

"Babe, I highly doubt she would do such a thing." I told Angela.

"Oh, yeah? Did you know she also hugged Prince today? He found out she's his mother, and he talked to me like I was nobody to him. She's bad, Michael." she said.

Debbie would never do those things. I know her. Angela is just being paranoid.

I rubbed my face, "Ange, you promised to give her a chance. Why are you accusing her of giving you medicine and turning my son against you?"

"I'm not accusing if it's true. Who's side are you on, huh? Because it sure doesn't feel like you're supporting your wife's side of the story."

"Who said I'm on her side?"

"You keep defending her. She did this, Michael. I thought you trusted me." Angela sniffled.

"I did, until you decided to lie about feeling sick when we talked two days ago," I rolled my eyes. "You know how I found out? Thanks to Debbie."

"I didn't want to worry you! You have enough on your mind already! I thought Debbie would take care of it, but now I know she's the reason this whole thing even happened!"

"She wouldn't hurt you or my child. Why are you being paranoid?"

"Paranoid?! Michael, why would I lie about something that might risk this pregnancy?!" Angela yelled.

"You know what?" she said. "I'm gonna hang up because I can't get too mad about this or we might lose our baby. And I'm sure you don't want that. Bye, Michael. I'll see you tomorrow."

The line went dead, making me groan.

It's probably for the better, I don't want her too stressed out.

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Angela: I hung up, feeling frustrated and betrayed.

How can he not believe me?!

"Angela? What are you doing here?" I suddenly heard Debbie from behind.

I turned around, and she looked at my hand where I still hand the small box full of medication.

"You went through my personal things?" she raised her eyebrows.

"You did this, right?" I asked.

"Now, what interests do I have to give you a medication to make you throw up? I have no intentions of hurting you, or your baby..." she smirked.

Bitch.

"Well, Michael knows. You're gonna be out of here in no time."

"I overheard him. He doesn't even believe you. Nice try, though. Plus, he would never believe you. He trusts me too much, something I can't say about you..."

"Michael trusts me." I scoffed.

Debbie laughed like I told a joke, "Oh, honey, you wish... Thanks to me, he thinks you made yourself sick on purpose."

She's lucky I can't get mad, or else she'd be dead already.

"I don't know what you're trying to do, bitch, but you will not ruin my family." I walked up to her, pointing a finger at her face.

I left her bedroom, feeling a little lightheaded.

What I need right now is a very deep sleep.

"Stai bene, Angela? (Are you okay, Angela?)" mom asked when I entered my room.

"Yeah, mamma. I'm going to sleep, okay? Tell Blanket I'll give him a bath tomorrow." I mumbled.

"Buona notte. (Goodnight)" my mom smiled sweetly and gave my cheek a kiss.

"Grazie. (Thank you)"

She left, making me fall down on the bed and letting out a sigh.

"Your daddy is driving me crazy." I whispered as I ran a hand over my flat stomach.

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4th of January, 2007
Michael is 48, Angela is 42

Angela: I watched as Michael came into the house and was attacked by the kids.

He looked so tired, and all I wanted to do was take him to bed and cuddle him to sleep.

But I remembered how mad he got at me last night, so I just stood there.

He walked over to Debbie after the kids calmed down and hugged her before even looking at me.

I had to roll my eyes at him so he'd notice. So now he's playing games?

"I'm going back to bed." I declared.

I quickly ran up the stairs, but of course Michael had to follow me.

"Angie, come on, I just came back home from all the way across the world... I don't even get a 'hello'?" he whined, grabbing my hips and pulling me to him.

He licked his lips before leaning in to kiss me.

I wanted him to kiss me so bad, but I couldn't give into him.

I put a hand on his chest and pushed him away from me.

"You don't deserve to kiss me after yesterday. Go be with our kids, they missed you more than I did." I said, getting out of his hold.

He sighed as I walked into our bedroom and closed the door after me.

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Michael: I plopped into my chair in my office, and let out a long breath.

I'm tired, my back hurts from the flight, and Angela's pissed off. What a wonderful home welcoming I received.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.

"Michael?" Debbie asked.

I groaned internally. She was the last person I wanted to see.

Even though I was the one to blame for this whole mess, Debbie still made me upset.

Maybe Angela lied about Debbie giving her medication, but she would never lie about something like Debbie hugging Prince. That was a sensitive subject for her.

"Come in, Debbie." I said, deciding to confront her about everything Angela told me.

I noticed she locked the door once she closed it.

I shifted in my seat, "It's good you came in, I need to talk to you."

"Yeah, that's what I came in here for... I really appreciate you hiring me, Michael, but I don't think it's gonna work out between Angela and I... She obviously doesn't like me."

"What? No, don't quit, Debbie. Please." I begged. If she wouldn't take care of Angela, I'd have nobody.

I couldn't risk hiring someone new and have them stab me in the back like a lot of people who worked for me in the past.

"Michael, she accused me of giving her medication, when I clearly didn't! You know me, I wouldn't hurt the mother of your child. I want you to be happy. It hurt that she said hat about me."

Debbie wiped a tear, making me frown.

"Debbie, I know you didn't do it. There's no way you would." I reassured her.

She smiled and hugged me.

"The only thing that bothers me is that you disobeyed me. I told you to stay away from the kids." I sighed into her neck.

"I know, I'm sorry... But Prince found out about me, and he just ran up and hugged me. I had to hug him back, you'd do the same if your child that never knew about you suddenly hugged you like his life depended on it." she explained.

So Angela lied about that, too... What am I going to do with her?

I rubbed her back, suddenly feeling guilty.

We both pulled away after a few more moments, and I looked into her eyes.

"Gosh, I missed those penetrating eyes of yours..." Debbie whispered.

Suddenly I felt her lips on mine. I was surprised, but for some reason I started easing into her.

"Remember all those times we tried making Prince and Paris?" she asked as she climbed on top of me, and unbuckled my belt. "Such great times..."

She kissed my neck while I started taking off her shirt.

Our lips attached again into a deeper kiss than before, and I was caught in the heat of the moment, I totally forgot all about Angela.

"I never stopped loving you, Michael... Every day I kept thinking about you and how much I enjoyed the time we were married..." Debbie said.

I didn't know why, but hearing a woman say she loves me warmed my heart.

After all this time in counseling, and Angela still didn't tell me she loves me, even though I showed her my love almost each and every day.

I gave Debbie another kiss before reaching down to take her jeans off.

Before she took off her panties, I reached my hand to the drawer in my desk to take a condom.
I put a few condoms in there at the time before Angela and I started trying for a baby, in case we decided to spice up our love life a little.

Debbie positioned herself on my manhood.

"I missed you, Michael..." she moaned, and started rocking her hips.

I held onto her, my head falling back as she pleasured me.

"I missed you, too..." I panted.

She giggled into my shoulder and moved her hips faster, sending me into total paradise.

~

"How do I look?" I asked Debbie, fixing my hair that decided to be wild after our fourth and last round.

"Tired and jet-lagged." she answered.

"Thanks," I gave her lips a peck. "And thank you for relieving me from all that stress... I really needed that last round."

"I'm always around if you need me." she winked, leaving my office.

After making sure everything was looking decent about me, I had no choice but to go back to my cranky wife.

Did I feel guilty? Just a little, but it felt so good, so I wasn't as regretful as I should've been.

Everyone was already sleeping, even Angela.

I quickly changed my clothes and joined her in bed.

She looked so beautiful when she wasn't mad at me.

I shook my head, and took in a deep breath. I then turned my back to her, closing my eyes.

"I love you, Michael..." I heard her mumble after a few minutes of silence.

My eyes shot open and I looked at her. She was talking in her sleep.

I felt my heart beat faster, but it wasn't at what she said. I was starting to feel guilty, because the truth had to be told.

I cheated on her.