Love Hurts

Eleven

Alan,

I frequently have a recurring dream about my wife. It's difficult for me to shake the feeling that she is not actually deceased, but rather faked her own death. However, I find it hard to believe that she would be capable of such a scheme, as she is the least intelligent person I know.
       I can't shake it, so I decide to call my good friend Jerry to check in on Camilla's friend Kim. I'm curious if her phone calls have been different lately.
"Yo," Jerry says into the phone after answering on the third ring.
"Hey man, long time," I greet him.
"Yes, it has been. How have you been doing, Alan?" Jerry asks.
    "I haven't been doing well." I tell him.
    "I can imagine, man. I'm truly sorry to hear about your wife."
   "Actually, that's the reason I called you."
   "Oh, really? What's on your mind?" Jerry asks.
   "Well, I've been thinking... do you think it's possible that she faked her own death?" I ask him.
   "Why would you think that, man? I thought she died in a boating accident?" Jerry questions.
    "Well, it's not the whole truth. Let me explain." Jerry knows me well, and he's seen my temper. He even helped me out of jail once. "So, you she the bitch was pregnant. She tried to pull it off as it was my baby when I knew it was some fucks kid. I called her out on it but of course she denied it and that pissed me off so you know my temper and I may or may not have pushed her down the stairs. Also the bitch made me late for my business office party because 'She wasn't feeling well.'" I tell Jerry.
    "It is possible that she may contact her parents if she is still alive. Many people in difficult situations reach out to their loved ones for support. However, it is also possible that she may not want to involve her parents or may be unable to contact them for various reasons. It is important to consider all possibilities and gather as much information as possible to locate her." Jerry is telling me. "Do you think she would contact them and they would help her out?"
     "Yes, I do, even though I fed them full of lies the whole time we were married. I could expect her mother to contact me the moment she contacts her. But you never know about these things. Although she is their daughter, I am confident she did not return to her hometown. Although I hate to acknowledge it, she is too intelligent for that. There is someone from high school who is a close friend of hers. She went to college with us, then moved here to New York with us when we moved. I tried keeping her away from Kim as much as I could, but you know women. They are conniving bitches, so she was probably still talking to her. I have an address. Maybe you can tap into her phone and see if they contacted one another." I tell Jerry.
    "What's this Kim's last name, and I can take it from here?" Jerry tells me.
    "It's Jefferson. Thanks Jerry." I tell my buddy.
     "No problem at all! Take your time and get back to me whenever you're ready. In the meantime, I'll do some research and gather information for you. Anything specific you want me to look for? And, you owe me about thirty. My preference is Bud Light in a can." Jerry jokes with me.
     I smile to myself as I hang up the phone, thinking about how I can handle this situation with Camilla. I realize that I now have the upper hand and that she underestimated me. She thought she could leave me without me finding out the truth. But when I finally track her down, she will regret ever crossing me. I think to myself, "You thought you could escape, my beautiful princess, but I will make sure you suffer."
     I say, with a swift and accurate throw, I pierce the right eye of the picture hanging on my wall. Jerry, a man true to his word, came back to me with some exciting news after about two days. He had managed to locate Kim and had her phone tapped. To my astonishment, not only did she have a conversation with my deceased wife, but she also revealed plans to visit her in about two weeks. Determined to uncover the truth, Jerry decided to take some time off work and follow Kim to see where she would lead us. The plan was to surprise my wife and have a much-needed conversation with her.
     During the next few weeks, I dedicated my time to organizing my affairs. Today, Jerry departed on a flight to Florida, the same destination that Kim had also booked her ticket to. It appears that my cunning wife is not as clever as she thought she was. I had a feeling that she would find comfort in the company of her promiscuous friend. That woman has always had a detrimental influence on my wife.
     I ask Jerry, "What do you have for me, buddy?" after my phone rings about 8 hours after he got on the plane for Florida. 
     "When Kim disembarked from the plane, she encountered Camilla then they head to a house in the country.
     "That fucking bitch! I'm going to kill her." I say seething.
     "I don't want this coming back and biting me in the ass man." Jerry tells me.
     "I assure you that as a lawyer, I will ensure that there are no links back to you. Even if there are any, it's important to note that she is currently on medication for her psychotic condition, and her mental state deteriorated when I approached her to provide assistance."
     "I don't need to listen any further. I will gather the information you require, and then I will leave."
     "Alright, thank you for the help Jerry," I say and hang up.
     About an hour later, I gathered all the necessary information and booked a ticket to Florida for the following day. Upon my arrival at the airport in Florida, I made my way to the rental car facility. After completing the necessary paperwork, I entered the address provided by Jerry into the GPS and set off towards Camilla's location.
    Damn, Camilla is in a remote location, which makes it more convenient for me to keep an eye on her.
   I quickly dodged as a truck emerged from Camilla's driveway, carrying her and Kim. I decided to tail them and ended up at a bar. To my dismay, I spotted Camilla cozying up to some guy. The sight of her looking happy infuriated me. I had to resist the urge to confront them and unleash my anger by violently attacking both of them.
   From afar, I observed them at the bar. I managed to slip in unnoticed by Camilla or her friend.
  "Hey there, stunning," a lovely blonde said as she sat down beside me. "Care to buy a lady a drink?"
  "Sure, what would you like to drink?" I say. Hell why not have a quick hookup while I'm here?
  I purchase some drinks for the girl and engage in conversation with her while observing my wife dancing with the guy she is seeing and Kim. It is disheartening to witness my wife making a spectacle of herself. It is evident that this guy is only interested in her for sexual reasons. However, despite feeling frustrated, it arouses me. Consequently, I decide to take the blonde girl, whom I have been buying drinks for, to a hotel that I have rented for the next few weeks. We engage in sexual activity, but I ensure to end things before my anger gets the best of me and I harm the innocent girl.
   The following day, I am keeping an eye on Camilla's house when Kim goes out with a guy whom I'm certain she just met the previous night. It bothers me that she would leave her friend all alone, especially considering that her friend has a potentially dangerous husband out there somewhere. I find it amusing, albeit cynically, and chuckle to myself.
   Fuck just as I believe it's safe to continue spying on Camilla through her window, the infuriating jerk suddenly appears. I decide to give them some time to get comfortable before I make my move.
    About thirty minutes later, I observe through the window as my spouse engages in an intimate act with another person. Feeling a surge of anger and betrayal, I choose to remove myself from the situation before I act impulsively. However, I am determined to make my spouse's life a living nightmare before I confront them. My intention is to make them question their sanity by the time I am finished with my plan.
   I feel a sense of satisfaction as I walk back to the car, a smile on my face, as I see Kim and her companion approaching. I have a plan in mind for both of them.
   Returning to the hotel room, I decide to order some food before taking a refreshing shower. Once I'm done, I get dressed and search for something to watch while waiting for my meal to arrive.
    As soon as the food is delivered, I indulge in a satisfying meal. Now it's time to devise a plan. I want to make Camilla's life a living nightmare, to show her that she can try to escape, but she will never be able to hide from me.
    Tomorrow morning, I will begin by placing her favorite flowers on her front porch, accompanied by a brief note. This will be the first step in my mission to make her regret crossing me.

@Crystal Steadman