Sin For Me

Chapter 30 ☑️

Megan

I was a sinner, the worst of its' kind. I had committed horrendous acts of treachery, causing others to sin for me, too. What type of person deserved to live with such guilt? Surely, I was no exception to the rule. But still, I found myself alive and well, despite my sins. And others, well, not so much. But was an act of adultery worth the loss of a precious life? It was too late for Max—his time had ran out. He had betrayed my trust for the final time.

But what of Mason? His time had merely only began. And already I was bound to hurt him. For I had been nothing more than deceitful, nothing more than a liar in my finest hour. Did he deserve the pain that should inflict his gracious heart once he learned the truth? Surely not. But secrets were deadly, and this had proven reality in recent events, as the lifeless, bloodied bodies of my husband and his mistress lay upon the floor not two feet from my feet. Did he deserve his fate? One would never know, as what was done was certainly done. There was no reversing the damage caused by Max, nor the damage I inflicted upon ending his life and hers.

More pressing matters presented themselves currently. The man I adored dearly, the man who loved me without regards to my sins and mistakes, sat before me, completely and utterly broken. And it was none other than my very own fault. But the secrets I had yet to tell were to shatter him into bits, I was sure. The fact that I lured my heart back to Max, only to have it shattered ten times more. The sinful, intimate sexual acts we had engaged in mere hours after doing the very same with Mason. The memory of Mason that I suppressed in hopes of completely forgetting him altogether. He must know the truth of my deceit if we should ever have a true, meaningful future together.

The possibility of Mason disappearing from my life forever was depressing. It was a feeling I wished to avoid, given the current circumstances. But he deserved the truth and the best in life. I was unsure if I could fill that role.

I tired myself of living in sin, deceit, and fleeing danger amongst every turn in life.

"Mason, what you see here... I did this," I began.

"I'm a monster. I murdered my husband and his mistress here in my own home. I am a cold-blooded killer. I don't deserve to live with the blood of another man on my hands," I signaled my hands, which were in fact, ironically clean.

"I'm sorry if you feel differently of me now, having knowledge of my part in this gruesome crime. It wasn't in my intentions for things to end this way..." I trailed.

Mason offered nothing, only his attention as he accepted my confession. His eyes never left mine, and his expression was unreadable. It was unnerving. I fidgeted my fingers amongst my lap, as I feared the next confession would surely break him.

"But that's not the worse part of this charade. I did something far worse," I continued.

He briefly interrupted me, as he twirled a golden lock of my hair around his finger and managed a small smile.

"What could be worse than murder?" he chuckled half heartedly.

"Well, I..." I started.

"It's ok, baby. Just tell me," he retorted. His smile didn't reach his eyes.

"I slept with Max!" I blurted, before my mind was changed.

"He tricked me into believing him a changed man. For ten seconds, I felt as if he truly loved me, and my whole marriage hadn't been a lie. I fell headfirst into his trap. We slept together several times, and did other unspeakable things only hours after departing your place," I exclaimed.

"I was a fool to fall for his scheme, as men like him are certainly incapable of change. I more so tried to drown myself in him in hopes of forgetting about you. I left you for a dead man, and you must know it almost killed me seeing you battered and unconscious upon the floor that day. My heart was shattered and I did what I hoped would spare your life.

You must understand, Mason. Everything I did was for your protection. I couldn't allow him to harm you anymore than he did. I couldn't live with myself if your death fell on my hands. I had to offer him a distraction. I didn't expect it to go as far as it did, and for that I'm truly sorry. I didn't expect to ever see you again," the tears silently erupted as my confession hung heavy amongst the air.

"I don't know what you wish for me to say, Megan. Was I that easy to replace? I must know. Was my love not enough?" he whimpered.

"No, Mason. That's the exact issue. You weren't easily replaceable. I knew that as long as Max breathed the air of this Earth, you and I could never be. He was always the obstacle of my happiness. I had to rid of him, and when the perfect opportunity presented itself, I took full advantage to end him.

You see, I was upstairs in bed when the events unfolded. Max had went out late, which was an oddity in itself. Upon his arrival back home, I lay in bed embracing for the worse, as I had many times throughout the years. He was drunk for sure, and I nervously awaited the abuse to restart. But he never ventured upstairs.

Instead, the sounds of intense moaning disturbed my conscience. And I knew then what I had to do. The bastard was brave, for sure, bringing another woman into my home and screwing her not twenty feet from his said beloved wife."

"Megan, I'm sorry you had to go through this alone. I'm not upset with you in the least for doing what you did. Although, I must say my heart is rather damaged. But I do understand your perspective. And I forgive you for everything. All I ever wanted was you, and here you are yet again, wrapped within my embrace. Safe. I couldn't ask for a better blessing.

Regardless of the circumstances, I must have you know that it is I who is truly sorry. All of this could have been avoided had I been forthcoming of my secrets. I vowed to protect you from danger, and instead, I placed you in harms way. Please forgive me," he mumbled.

"All is done, Mason. We can't change the past, we can embrace the present. Let's rid ourselves of this place, these memories, and run away together. Me and you. Let's start a life together void of secrets. All is aired out now. We can start anew," I pleaded.

"Yes, I'd like that very much," he smiled as planted a kiss on my temple.

"Call it lover's quarrel if you must," he chuckled, as we both stood in unison from the floor.

"By the way, where's the gun? Surely the police will have questions without a murder weapon present."

"I already took care of it," I smiled a big toothy grin as I pointed towards the revolver that lay a foot away from Max's body.

"You dirty girl," Mason grinned seductively, as he hauled me over his shoulder and out the door.

I bothered not to glance back at the house that held the sinful memories of my past, for the secrets that lay behind those doors would lie forever dormant within the depths of my soul.

And that, I would take to my grave...