Two Different Roads

Cuts Like A Knife

"Mommy, someone's at the door," Christian announced with the enthusiasm of a child. Ellen arose from the chair she'd been sitting in like a coma patient to answer the summons. She'd been waiting for what felt like hours but was in reality probably less than one for this visitor, the woman who had entirely destroyed her life as she knew it with one brief phonecall.

She was not certain what she'd expected, but not this. The willowy blonde standing there was only slightly pretty, and she was shorter than herself by several inches. She returned her gaze with obvious wariness.
"Since you insisted on doing this you may as well come in. Christian why don't you go see Aunt Vicky in her room. I have to speak with someone."
"I didn't know Mike had another child, " she remarked oddly ( but what WASN'T odd in a situation like this?)
"There are a great many things you don't know about my husband I'm sure." First shots were officially fired. But then it was best to put this would be usurper in her place immediately wasn't it.
They entered the impeccably furnished living room, took seats upon the sofa where she and her husband had just made love the night before. Ellen shook her head to dislodge the memory. She had to stay on the offensive. Any sentiment or weakness was unacceptable now.
"You have me at a disadvantage here. You obviously know who I am, but I have no idea at all who the fuck YOU are."
"Nurit, Nurit Wilde."

"Now that I know your name I'll do my best to forget it. To me you're just the slag who was fucking my husband behind my back."
"I'm sorry."
"You say sorry for something like forgetting a birthday. Sorry doesn't cut it for shite of this magnitude."
"I didn't think it would be like this."
"Really? What did you think then, that I'd cry, fall to pieces, apologize to you for being such a bad wife that Michael felt he needed to shag YOU? Think again. You can't break me. If anything you might want to worry about what I'M capable of. I've been known to lose a bit of control when I'm pissed, and right now I'm bloody well ENRAGED!"

She had enough sense to look intimidated. "I probably shouldn't have come here."
"You think?"
"I just felt you had a right to know I guess."
Ellen laughed bitterly at this. "Bollocks! From what you've told me im guessing you didn't like it much when my husband chose not to fuck you anymore, and so you decided to fuck up his life in revenge."
" I love him," she said suddenly.
"How unfortunate for you then."
She leaned forward a bit as if imparting a secret. "You don't actually believe he gives fuck all for you do you? I know exactly how this works. Men in Michael's position have women chasing after them all the time. It's a real boost to their ego, and they usually don't mind indulging once in awhile...or maybe a lot. It doesn't mean a bloody thing though. He loves ME. I wear his ring. I sleep beside him every night. I wake up next to him every morning.
I can assure you he has no complaints in the bedroom either. When I'm through with him he can barely speak at all. And the dressing room where you probably shagged most of the time? He had ME there as well. You're not special. You're less than nothing."

"I'm pregnant," she suddenly said as if to contradict her dismissal.
Ellen was shocked but tried desperately not to show it. "Am I suppose to feel sympathy for you now just because you're too stupid to use birth control when you're fucking another woman's husband or to make HIM wear a condom?"

"God, are you always such a cold bitch? No wonder he cheated!"
"Oh no, this is all for you, and him when I get a hold of him. Under most circumstances im fairly kind i think. Not that i give a shite what YOU believe about me. Michael will be quite surprised to learn exactly how MUCH of a bitch i can be when someone betrays me."

"Do you plan to leave?"
"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you. But if you think for even a minute that would mean YOU'LL get him, you're delusional. Of course the way I feel at the moment I'd gift wrap him and fucking give him to you myself!"
"I should go. "
"Yes you should. And as long as I remain Michael's wife you will stay the fuck away from him. If you go anywhere near him you'll wish you hadn't. As for him, rest assured that I will deal with his cheating ass appropriately. Now get out of my house before I throw you out or turn Fraak on you. He's our big attack trained German Shepherd. I think he'd love a new chew toy.