- Joined
- Jan 4, 2015
Marcus reached out with his muscled arms, and hefted another box from the back of his full sized pickup. This one was marked "Kitchen" He grumbled. This one likely had the dishes in it that he had bought for her after she begged and pleaded for them. And so he relented, just to have her say a week later that she didn't like them.
He had done well for himself as an author of murder mystery type novella. He had a small but dedicated following all over the world, and had sizeable assets and securities making him a tidy profit. Money was not a problem. And yet, that wasn't enough for her. She had decided she wanted all of it. Right then.
She had been cheating on him for months, and he had not known. He loved her, and trusted her not to betray him like that, and yet, with the man she had been sleeping around with for months outside of his knowledge, had hatched a plot to kill him, and then split his assets. The boyfriend "knew a guy..."
How had he been so careless? Maybe because betrayal had been central to his life. It was something he couldn't escape, and he though, maybe he could find solace and peace in her arms, like he had the first night they had been together. He just needed her to be that one person, who would never do something like that to him.
That's the funny thing about betrayal, that it never comes from an enemy. Had that detective not come to him, and arrested him, he never would have known.
At the station, the detectives finally revealed what his wife had been up to. The guy that the boyfriend had contacted was actually an undercover policeman. All of it had been real. She had really wanted him just gone and out of the way, so she could spend his money...
He just shook his head. He turned around, and looked at the new charming white picket fenced yard that awaited him, in a sleepy little small town, hundreds of miles away from all of that. A perfect place to start over.
He carried the heavy box into his new kitchen, and admired the glossy alabaster counter tops. He loved to cook. Maybe he would go into town after unpacking, and see what cuts of beef were available...
He ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair, and then wiped his handsome, clean shaven face, blowing out a frustrated sigh. A wine glass was on the table, next to a bottle of port. It was half full.
Marcus knew he should be drinking water while laboring like this, but the wine seemed to help him relax, to calm his inner demons. And so he swirled the glass under his nose, and inhaled deeply of its contents. He rose the glass to the fireplace, and murmured to no one in particular.
"To new beginnings..." he murmured rhetorically. His ears then perked, as he heard footsteps on his hard wood floor behind him. Marcus turned, with his eyebrows raised, to regard the beautiful woman approaching him...
He had done well for himself as an author of murder mystery type novella. He had a small but dedicated following all over the world, and had sizeable assets and securities making him a tidy profit. Money was not a problem. And yet, that wasn't enough for her. She had decided she wanted all of it. Right then.
She had been cheating on him for months, and he had not known. He loved her, and trusted her not to betray him like that, and yet, with the man she had been sleeping around with for months outside of his knowledge, had hatched a plot to kill him, and then split his assets. The boyfriend "knew a guy..."
How had he been so careless? Maybe because betrayal had been central to his life. It was something he couldn't escape, and he though, maybe he could find solace and peace in her arms, like he had the first night they had been together. He just needed her to be that one person, who would never do something like that to him.
That's the funny thing about betrayal, that it never comes from an enemy. Had that detective not come to him, and arrested him, he never would have known.
At the station, the detectives finally revealed what his wife had been up to. The guy that the boyfriend had contacted was actually an undercover policeman. All of it had been real. She had really wanted him just gone and out of the way, so she could spend his money...
He just shook his head. He turned around, and looked at the new charming white picket fenced yard that awaited him, in a sleepy little small town, hundreds of miles away from all of that. A perfect place to start over.
He carried the heavy box into his new kitchen, and admired the glossy alabaster counter tops. He loved to cook. Maybe he would go into town after unpacking, and see what cuts of beef were available...
He ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair, and then wiped his handsome, clean shaven face, blowing out a frustrated sigh. A wine glass was on the table, next to a bottle of port. It was half full.
Marcus knew he should be drinking water while laboring like this, but the wine seemed to help him relax, to calm his inner demons. And so he swirled the glass under his nose, and inhaled deeply of its contents. He rose the glass to the fireplace, and murmured to no one in particular.
"To new beginnings..." he murmured rhetorically. His ears then perked, as he heard footsteps on his hard wood floor behind him. Marcus turned, with his eyebrows raised, to regard the beautiful woman approaching him...