Janice
The clock sat in her hand ticking away as she sipped her martini. After her third glass she had ripped the godforsaken thing from the wall.It was now one in the morning and still there was no sign of her husband. She knocked back her martini savoring the burn as the mostly tequila drink slithered down her throat.
He was cheating. She knew it. Oh how she knew it. She had denied it long enough. The perfume that lingered on his jacket and the crumbs of lipstick left on his body.
Last night had been the last straw. She had watched him undress and saw the raised red marks from scratches that coursed down his body.
Why me? She had thought. She had done everything for him. Moved to fulfill his dreams. Quit her job to follow him all in the name of love. They had even begun to think of building a family,her ditching her birth control. She grasped her stomach praying that his wretched seed had not taken hold of her and she wouldn't be reminded of his vapidness and selfishness.
She threw the clock against the wall rejoicing at the sound it made as it hit and fell pathetically to the ground. Pathetic like her and this sham of a marriage.
She made her way to their room, the thought causing bile to rise in her chest. She stripped off her clothes pulling on a satin night dress and huddled under the covers trying to find the warmth she had lost.
She must have dozed off because she was awakened by the sound of the bedroom door opening. The smell of the sweet perfume was overwhelming. Please shower please shower she repeated in her head. He entered the bathroom and she let out a sigh of relief only for her tense again when he exited a minute later. He didn't even have the decency to clean himself before he got in the bed next to her.
He curled up next to her swinging an arm over her waist pulling her into his scent mixed with his lover's . She would be seeing a lawyer tomorrow he would be out of her life. Him and his wretched little skank.
She had woken up early to drive to the divorce lawyer she had been referred to by her friend Kathy an estate lawyer. The man was quick, straight to the point and professional. The papers had been filed and he had told her her husband would be served with the papers in the next few days.
She parked in front of her driveway and looked at the home they shared. Six years. Two years dating and four married;the last two months of marriage him fooling around. Idiot she yelled banging her head against the steering wheel. She had seen the signs. Him coming home later and later. He would dodge her questions when she would ask where he was and who he was with. She tried not to question him but that knot was growing in her stomach. They would argue him telling her how she was too insecure and how she needed to trust him.
She sucked in air trust ha! The man was a liar through and through and she had let him convince her otherwise. But she thought maybe this could work maybe he just wants the attention, he wouldn't cross the line. Oh how wrong she was the one year of flirting turned into fucking, but she didn't really know it could be her imagination. Until those damn scratches staring at her. It was as if he was taunting her with them. Look at them look at them they said. Look at how another woman makes me feel. Look how I allowed her to mark my body and claim it as hers. You are nothing look at them.
That's what really did it for her. She felt as if she was being mocked. Mocked for the love she readily gave to him. Mocked for the trust she put in him. And most definitely mocked for the denial she placed upon herself.
Her head crumpled to the steering wheel and she began to sob. She cried away her pain. Cried away her sorrows. Cried away her love. And when she was done she wiped her eyes and exited the car giving a quick wave to her older neighbor who had come out to water her garden. Hiking her purse on her shoulder she walked up the porch steps and entered her home. She had work to do.
It was 10 o clock and she sat at the table her husband's clothes and belongings packed away by her side. She wanted to tell him to his face that they were over and she wanted him out of her house. Because this most definitely was hers. He only slept here, he did not live as she did sprinkling her touches into every room. She checked her watch and saw that it had already turned to eleven.
Another late night she thought as she chuckled pushing herself from the table. She sauntered over to the kitchen getting ready to make herself a drink when she heard a knock at the door. It was too late for any visitors. She wondered if he misplaced his keys. Opening the door she swung it open ready to blow her top when she saw two police officers and a woman in a blue button down tucked into slacks standing in front of her.
"Mrs. Jackson?" they asked. She nodded her head. "We regret to inform you that your husband was found dead," she looked at the three people on her doorstep and laughed a wicked laugh. One that came from deep in her gut ripping through her throat until it rattled in the air. Then when the laughter died down she began to cry, nose drooling, shoulder shaking crying.
A/N
Ahhh. The first chapter is done. I'm glad I've gotten into the groove of writing again. Happy New Year to everyone may 2020 bring you all the blessings. What are your goals for 2020? Mine are to write more, breathe more and not shy away from new experiences! Toodle loo
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