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can’t they just tell their partner they want to play the field and they want to “experiment”? (That’s the polite way of telling someone you want to fuck everyone in sight, right?) Then go out and do it. But pretending to be happy in a relationship while hooking up on the side is despicable. Talk about wanting to have your cake and eat it too.
    Maybe the storm of emotion inside me wasn’t really about Maria and Enrique at all; I don’t know. But still, having been cheated on gives me a different perspective from most pe ople. I played “Lyin’ Eyes” by the Eagles, and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.
    “Shit, Nicholas . . . you lousy son of a bitch. A lifetime later and you can still make me cry.”

JULIA
    Arielle was up before the crack of dawn, hungry and ready to play. Ugh, all I wanted to do was sleep. I convinced her to watch a Barney video in bed with me so I could get a few more winks. Twenty-two minutes later, Barney was over, and she was whining that she was hungry.
    “Okay, okay, I’m getting up.” We walked down to the kitchen and I rummaged through the cabinets and refrigerator. I couldn’t find a thing to eat. “Hey sweetie, I have an idea. Let’s go out for donuts.”
    “Yay!” Arielle jumped up and down. “I love donuts.”
    “Okay, love. Run and up and bring me an outfit so I can get you dressed.” She skipped up the stairs, which gave me a chance to change into my black yoga pants and sleeveless hot pink tank. There was no reason I couldn’t look hot for a walk to the donut shop.
    After we got dressed, I pulled the jogging stroller out from the garage. The donut place was only a mile away. Running there would be the perfect way for me to justify eating crappy food.
    Arielle was getting so big I could hardly believe it. She climbed up into the stroller and I buckled her up. I cued up the “Eminem Workout Songs” playlist on my iPod and off we went.
    It was perfect out, no more than sixty-five degrees with just the slightest breeze. The air felt crisp in my lungs and helped me clear my head. Was I seriously considering having an affair? I smiled to myself remembering all the hot things Ty and I had chatted about the night b efore.
    My neighborhood felt so peaceful and serene this early on a Saturday morning. Without the weekday distraction of having to wave to everyone on my jog, I noticed things I had never paid attention to before. There were giant redwood trees that lined the opposite side of the street and beautifully manicured lawns, all green and lush and exploding with flowers.
    Each house seemed more ostentatious and impressive than the one before it. I noticed that almost everyone parked in their garages, but the few cars that were parked in the driveways were all luxury, every single one of them. Shoshana Ginsburg had a new Cadillac Escalade in her driveway, and I made a mental note to hint to Aaron that I wanted something a little bigger, a li ttle better.
    By the time we got there, I was sweaty and my face was red. Arielle liked donut holes best, so I got her a cup of those, and then ordered a jelly donut and a large iced coffee with lots of skim milk and a packet of Splenda for myself.
    “Hey, Julia!” My neighbor Shoshana came up to us. “How have you been? Look how big Arielle is getting,” she gushed at her. “So is anything new?”
    “Not really, just busy with teaching yoga and spending time with my baby girl.”
    “Yeah, Julia, your body is smokin’. I wish I had that little figure of yours. Lucky girl.”
    I blushed a little. “Thanks, Shoshana. Come to my yoga class anytime. I’d love to see you there.”
    What I wanted to say was that she was the lucky one. Her husband, Shawn, was gorgeous and funny and loaded. She’d hit the fucking jackpot. But I didn’t want her to know how hot I thought he was. There have been a bunch of times when I’ve caught him checking me out, and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t give him my bedroom