Chapter 13

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Mark slammed the front door of the house and began to pace back and forth seething with rage. "Who does he think he is treating me like a child, protecting that bitch of a wife I have!" Mark growled as he walked to the kitchen and poured himself a scotch.

"I will teach her a lesson!" Mark continued to pace and then threw back the rest of his drink. He began plotting his revenge knowing this would take some very special planning.

"No one treats Mark Hascom like that and gets away with it. I can take care of all of them!" He grumbled to himself as he pours himself another drink.  Marks rampage then escalates and he proceeds to rip down every picture of Sarah off the walls smashing every frame by stomping on them.

"I gave you everything, took care of you, bought you things you wanted! And how do you show me your appreciation? You run away from me? What the hell are you thinking....BITCH...you will pay for this!" Mark lost all sense and continued on with his frenzy. Mark grimaced as he nearly pulled over the china cabinet. "I will get you, you watch and see, one way or another. You will come back to me!"

Mark then went to the bedroom and found all her stuff missing, closet empty, drawers cleaned out. "I bought those things for you!" He yells as he slams  dresser drawers closed. "You ungrateful little b...." Mark stops as he hears a car slow down next door and stops. He walked to the bedroom window and sees a man exit the car. "What do we have here?" Mark whispered to himself as the man walked over to the police car. "Oh, so you are all in cahoots to get me?" Mark paused an wiped a hand across his mouth after he threw back the rest of his drink. "I see how it is now." Mark laughed out loud. "Well let's just see how well you can protect my precious wife." Mark began to think out a plan that would take them all by surprise. "I am not done with you yet sweetheart."

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