A slice of dark chocolate cake

“If I can recall the last time I felt loved or happy…”

“I would say, when I first met him.”

I told my psychiatrist therapist. She writes down everything that I’m saying but she never writes what she says. Ms. Ahlmell was her madam name before she got married one year ago.

Her husband is a cake chef at Lexon Hotel. I know that for a fact because I caught my husband cheating on me with him. My sister took me to the Hotel for my birthday on March 15, 2014. It was my twentieth second birthday.

My husband and I, we were nineteen when he proposed at the state park in Manhattan. It was a beautiful fall day of September 2011. The state park has a beautiful reserve for the proposals. The trees were orange and the park looked well kept. I could only focus on how beautiful nature is.

“Joey, will you marry me??” I looked over and saw him on his knee.

I gasps, “Really!?!?” I can feel the warm tears falling down my cheek.

“Yeah, will you marry me?”

“Yesss!!” I screetched. Everyone looked as I jumped into his arms.

We didnt hasitate to tie the knot that following December.

Oh, young love. The no highschool drama. We practically never held hands in school due to his parents stricken Christianity rules.

So, the moment that I caught my husband in a fancy limousine, in the alleyway, parked by the Hotel.

My heart stopped.

They were kissing each other. I threw up the two slices of the rich, dark chocolate cake and fancy fifty dollar per pour wine. I noticed the name of his white uniform- Mr. Panamalbaker.

“Best cake maker of the year” says the photo in the lobby. You can not miss it.

Everyday, I die inside. Trying to find the courage to tell this beautiful, twenty-six year old woman that her one year husband is…gay-happily making my husband a better man-satisfying their own sexual desires and wants.

I wonder if Mrs. Panamalbaker noticed anything strange about Mr.Panamalbaker’s late night stays at the hotel. I followed their cheating scandal for weeks now. It’s been four months in my eyes. I believe it’s been two years since their cheating commitment.

Mr.Panamalbaker only married my therapist to spy on me. He caught me two years ago in May, two months after the incident at the Hotel. He noticed me around the hotel. Around certain days of the week I’ll rent a room and order a slice of the dark chocolate cake. But instead, I won’t eat. I would send it back and complain.

I use word like:

“Stop using Splenda sugar! It taste so nasty!”

“Can you please lay off the goat milk!?”

“Are you sure this is the chocolate cake? I’ve been ordering the same one every time I come here!”

I was hoping he would get a bad review. But no, the manager still kept his title “Best cake maker of the year”