end the way I wanted it to end.
After we started being intimate again, I felt angry and sad when we were in bed. But this was the first sign that he was falling back in love with me. The changes I was making physically combined with the extra attention I was giving him were all working. We made a trip, just the two of us, to Laughlin, Nevada, and had a beautiful time. He had no clue that the shit was about to hit the fan and splatter all over his face.
At five thirty in the morning on August 1, 1998, I handed Juan his lunch just as on every other morning. “Baby, I love you,” he told me. “I’m sorry if I was mean and not affectionate toward you in the past. I don’t know what was wrong with me. I love you so much and I never want to lose you. When I come home from work today, I want you to be ready to go out. We’ll go to dinner and then dancing. We’ll have a good time, okay?”
That was exactly what I was waiting to hear. “That’s sounds great, baby. I love you with all my heart too. I’ll be ready.”
Tenderly, I kissed my husband good-bye, knowing it was the last time I would do so. As he jumped into my Lexus ES300 (oh, yes, he always got to drive the Lexus I had bought with my real estate earnings and left me with the Ford Explorer), I decided this would be the last time he showed off his car to his girlfriends at work. My heart was devastated, but my mind was strong and firm. I put on the Nike sport suit he liked to see me wear and headed out the door without my wedding band. The ring that supposedly symbolized our love, our unity, our faithfulness to each other. So much for that.
My friend Cynthia was waiting outside in her truck. Juan would be furious to know that she was one of my accomplices, since hehated her guts with a passion. She drove while I rode shotgun and our friend Nacho sat in the backseat. The drive to Torrance was horrible. I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face, but I was scared of how I was going to feel when he was no longer home with me. The fear didn’t stop me.
When we got to the parking-garage entrance, I told the security guards that I was there to see my brother and I would be out shortly. I had Cynthia park as close to the building door as possible. Since Fairchild Fasteners was technically on federal property and I would be trespassing, I needed to be able to enter and exit quickly.
I pushed the door open, making a loud noise, which got the attention I wanted from his fellow employees. As I stomped through the warehouse, I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. Some showed surprise, some showed confusion, some stared in disbelief, many seemed excited. Obviously, everyone knew what had been going on behind my back, and they knew exactly why I was there. I asked one of the employees where Juan was, and he pointed to an office door. Then I heard another coworker screaming at me, “You’re not supposed to be here!”
“No duh, menso ! Tell me something I don’t know,” I said as I headed toward the door and pushed it open. Juan was sitting there with another employee. When he saw me, he looked as though he had been hit over the head with an iron pole.
“Where’s Maria’s husband?” I asked.
His face turned different colors—first pale, then red, then blue, then pale again. I thought he was going to faint. His eyes, wide open, began to water. I could see his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed hard. “What Maria?”
“The slut you’ve been fucking. The one with no ass. I noticed it in the video the private investigator took of you a few months ago.”
He remained silent.
“If not Maria, the other skank will do. You know, Lilly, the married one.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“The hell you don’t. You, this idiot sitting with you, and all the rest of the people in this joint know what’s been going on. You all just didn’t know that I knew. You all thought it was funny and cute, huh? Let me tell you what’s funny and cute.
After we started being intimate again, I felt angry and sad when we were in bed. But this was the first sign that he was falling back in love with me. The changes I was making physically combined with the extra attention I was giving him were all working. We made a trip, just the two of us, to Laughlin, Nevada, and had a beautiful time. He had no clue that the shit was about to hit the fan and splatter all over his face.
At five thirty in the morning on August 1, 1998, I handed Juan his lunch just as on every other morning. “Baby, I love you,” he told me. “I’m sorry if I was mean and not affectionate toward you in the past. I don’t know what was wrong with me. I love you so much and I never want to lose you. When I come home from work today, I want you to be ready to go out. We’ll go to dinner and then dancing. We’ll have a good time, okay?”
That was exactly what I was waiting to hear. “That’s sounds great, baby. I love you with all my heart too. I’ll be ready.”
Tenderly, I kissed my husband good-bye, knowing it was the last time I would do so. As he jumped into my Lexus ES300 (oh, yes, he always got to drive the Lexus I had bought with my real estate earnings and left me with the Ford Explorer), I decided this would be the last time he showed off his car to his girlfriends at work. My heart was devastated, but my mind was strong and firm. I put on the Nike sport suit he liked to see me wear and headed out the door without my wedding band. The ring that supposedly symbolized our love, our unity, our faithfulness to each other. So much for that.
My friend Cynthia was waiting outside in her truck. Juan would be furious to know that she was one of my accomplices, since hehated her guts with a passion. She drove while I rode shotgun and our friend Nacho sat in the backseat. The drive to Torrance was horrible. I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face, but I was scared of how I was going to feel when he was no longer home with me. The fear didn’t stop me.
When we got to the parking-garage entrance, I told the security guards that I was there to see my brother and I would be out shortly. I had Cynthia park as close to the building door as possible. Since Fairchild Fasteners was technically on federal property and I would be trespassing, I needed to be able to enter and exit quickly.
I pushed the door open, making a loud noise, which got the attention I wanted from his fellow employees. As I stomped through the warehouse, I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. Some showed surprise, some showed confusion, some stared in disbelief, many seemed excited. Obviously, everyone knew what had been going on behind my back, and they knew exactly why I was there. I asked one of the employees where Juan was, and he pointed to an office door. Then I heard another coworker screaming at me, “You’re not supposed to be here!”
“No duh, menso ! Tell me something I don’t know,” I said as I headed toward the door and pushed it open. Juan was sitting there with another employee. When he saw me, he looked as though he had been hit over the head with an iron pole.
“Where’s Maria’s husband?” I asked.
His face turned different colors—first pale, then red, then blue, then pale again. I thought he was going to faint. His eyes, wide open, began to water. I could see his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed hard. “What Maria?”
“The slut you’ve been fucking. The one with no ass. I noticed it in the video the private investigator took of you a few months ago.”
He remained silent.
“If not Maria, the other skank will do. You know, Lilly, the married one.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“The hell you don’t. You, this idiot sitting with you, and all the rest of the people in this joint know what’s been going on. You all just didn’t know that I knew. You all thought it was funny and cute, huh? Let me tell you what’s funny and cute.
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