If I Lie : Book 2

62. How

Eliza POV

I'd never given much thought as to how I loved my wife, all I knew was that I loved her. Well, obsessed over her, she was my hope from when I was but a girl. She was all I had ever known and anyone new was no good to me, they were as important as the dust under the bed. 

She came to me crying one evening, pregnant as ever now, baby and all. She stood on the porch of my guest house as I had been sipping on a long island ice tea and smoking a big fat joint in nothing but a bra and some trousers, her tear-stained face, and blubbering lips. 

She came barefoot and pregnant to me. A vision of angelic beauty. Mine. "Come, my love," I beckoned, patting my inner thigh and gazing with a wicked smile. Our children weren't far away as it was some time in the afternoon and they'd just been let go from school, we had a few minutes alone before they'd come to trample over our moments of silence. "Tell mommy what troubles you, little one and smaller one." I laughed. 

I took a puff and rest my joint on the table and another sip before attending to Ashley's needs. 

Ashley made her way to her knees in between my thighs, she rests her head comfortably on one of my legs and rests there, sighing with sorrow leading her voice. "They were fine with it. They pretended as if nothing had happened to me."

I wasn't seeing what was the trouble here. "And?" I began to pet Ashley's blonde little globe of a head. 

"They didn't care. I was supposed to be punished and not get away with unfaithfulness scot-free, why am I not being punished? I feel terrible!" She confesses, shouting and crying harder into my pant leg, dampening the silk material.

Ah I understand now. . . She felt bad for what I made her do and she wasn't even mad at me. My poor girl is at mad at herself. It would have made sense to me mad at me but somewhere she blinded herself to see reason in shifting the blame on me.  "You silly pet," I chortle. "You are mad with yourself over what I've done? You are mad that you aren't being punished? Trust me there is a punishment. They are mad but what can they do about it?"

I tried to subtly state the obvious but she would see this much different than what was intended and I could not bestow the answers to Ashley as she wanted so much to see the good in the world after all the bad I've exposed and influenced her to. "B-Because I'm pregnant."

Heavens no. Fuck no. "No," I say cruelly, more than I had intended to. 

"Then what?" She looks up to me like a child to a mother, looking for love, looking for. . . 'Uppies'

"I've told you before, do you not see, Ash? Make it make sense. They should be mad but if they're not hurt by what has happened and are okay with what happened after they've collared you then there is only one option left."

The truth was on the tip of her red little nose. They had the motives, they were using her to fuck me in the face and it had worked. For a while but I'm a Robinson, not much will bother me because I overcome every hardship before me. I've been raped as a child, as a woman, I've had things stolen from me, the door has been slammed in my face I came from nothing, my mother was an addict and my father was a man taken too soon from me. Every black woman in America's dream. 

I am the biggest fucking dog anyone has ever seen. I am Fenrir. I have to be fifteen steps ahead. No one just takes my wife from me and thinks it will be an easy job, let alone do it and get to run away alive. No. 

I promised Ashley I wouldn't;t ruin this for her though. She could have her head in the sand for as long as she wanted and I'd still enjoy the look of shock and deceit on her face when she's learned her lesson. Though I spoil her and coddle her I still know she is a big girl and she will be well after it is all over and the look of loss will fill the wrinkles of her face when she comes back in my arms. When she is ready, we will kill them, when she is full of anger then I will give her all that she wants, but for now, she is that same silly, foolish pretty little wife of mine. That girl.