This is a continuation of the "Cruel Irony" series.
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That evening, while his wife was in the master bathroom, Royce, dressed only in dark green boxers, saw a corner of a large unsealed red envelope sticking out from under his wife's pillow. Extracting it he noticed his wife's handwriting, "For Royce, my dear husband and lover." Along the bottom was penned "Merry Christmas. As I love you more than words can express."
Opening the card he read, "I hope that you will love the included items. They are merely hints of the depth of the love held within my heart for you. I want to you to know that I would do anything, anything, to express my love and to be all that you desire from me. I love and appreciate you far more than these feeble words could ever express. Forever yours, your lover, Doris."
Five and half weeks before, Royce joined Jeff on a weekend fishing trip. It was during that trip that he learned what he had started to suspect. His wife was having an affair. Still the first words shook and cut him. He dropped down upon the bank. Though his ears heard the words, his mind seemed to shut down. He did not comprehend the remainder of what his son was telling him. His eyes just stared blankly at the far shore for a long time.
When Royce collected his thoughts he told his son that his suspicions were aroused the prior August when Doris had two significant bruises and a fainter one. One bruise with a small cut was on her left breast. There was a rather large distinct bruise on her rear end. The faint bruise was on her cheek just below her left ear. She claimed that she have fallen in the school stairwell while carrying supplies to her classroom. Yet, the bruises did not seem to match the explanation.
Coming home early one Friday afternoon in mid September he caught the tail end of his wife yelling at someone over the phone saying, that "Enough is enough" and that "It will not work anymore. It ends now. If they knew you would be at as great a risk as me. Maybe I should tell them all and get it over with!" After a pause she seemed to be pleading with someone. When she noticed him she said that she was in a fight with the union. She finished with her caller by saying, "I will talk with you when I am not angry. Goodbye!!" Though her explanation seemed plausible, it did not sound like a union matter. Before he had a chance to investigate and to know more before confronting her, he had a heart attack mid afternoon at work.
He awoke late the next morning to find her holding his hand, crying and muttering, "Please don't leave me my love. I do not know what I would do without you."
He remembered having heard earlier that night, in a drug-induced cloud, her crying and pleading, "If you are there God, let him stay with me. My life would be empty without him. I am sorry for not being the wife he deserves. I have only been trying to protect him and the children from my shame. Instead I ended up heaping shame upon shame. If you need to take anyone, take me, not him. I deserve to be struck down. I deserve it. Please spare him."
Even in a drug induced groggy state he knew something was wrong, but he could not find energy to respond. In the days following his mind started to become more active. Overhearing her private cries helped him to put the call she overheard more into context. Though he had pieces, the medication kept his mind from having enough time to reason clearly. Yet, he knew something was not right and he needed to know more.
Yet, he reminded himself not want to jump to conclusions. He learned that lesson in his teens. The time spent recovering allowed him to watch his wife carefully. It also provided ample time to thinking about their relationship and marriage.
Jeff listened to his father say that when he returned home he started to ask, what would be his reaction if he discovered his wife was having an affair? If she was, he knew he would want to know why. He spent hours just thinking about his wife and searching his heart. He would through her out and divorce her. At least that was his initial thought until he recalled Barry and Mandy, neighbors of his family when he was in his teens.
Barry was a teacher at his high school. One Friday evening in June Barry was visiting the husband of one of his colleagues when the phone range. His friend Zack answered the call, then asked Barry to speak to the caller. Shortly after he hung up the phone he took off. Less than fifteen minutes later Mandy called from the movie house to tell him that the movie just let out but that she and her two female friends were stopping at the local A&W Drive In. She would be home closer to midnight than to ten-thirty as he expected. Unfortunately when Zack said Barry was not there Mandy assumed that he had not been there at all that night.
Mandy's was enraged that her husband lied to her. Her conclusion was the same as most people, if he deceived her it was because he had something to hide. As it took less than twenty minutes to drive from one end of town to another and his VW bug had a distinctive paint job she persuaded her friends to help her look for his car. As they passed a row of cheep motels on the edge of town they saw Barry's car driving out of a motel. It appeared that he was with a woman. Mandy had her friend follow his car at a distance. Mandy and her two friends from church watched him stop at the curb in front of a series of row apartments. As they approached and passed Mandy saw a finely dressed high school girl getting out of his car. Her skirt was a little twisted and well ruffled. Mandy recognized the young lady as a sixteen year old girl who was dating a senior from their church. When she exited her husband's car this young woman kissed him on the cheek and looked back at him with a bright smile. She seemed to skip up the walk.
Mandy concluded her husband was not only cheating on her but he seduced a minor. When he got home five minutes after Mandy was in the process of dumping his drawers into garbage bags and boxes. She loudly accused him of having an affair with one of his students. When he denied it she said she knew it conclusively. She yelled at him and he could not get a word out. She screamed that if he had done it with one student he would have done it with others or would do it again unless he was stopped. She informed him that she was divorcing him and would make sure his teaching credentials were nullified.
She informed him that Lisa, one of her friends who also knew, had already called their pastor telling him all about it and demanding that Barry be removed immediately from being a deacon. Mandy stated she was going to call the school principal to report his abuse of authority. As the windows of both homes were open Royce and his parents could hear Mandy screaming at Barry. They caught a good part of what she was saying, including calling him a dirty old pervert. Barry tried to explain that Mandy did not see what she was thought she saw, but Mandy kept cutting him off. She refused to hear Barry's explanations and told him to get his cloths and leave. She screamed that she never wanted to see him again. At some point she picked up a vase and through it as there was the sound of a window breaking.
Looking out his bedroom window Royce saw anger in Barry's face as he exploded out of the driveway and down the street.
Just past two in the morning Royce's family was awoken to flashing lights, the sounds of car doors closing and the knocking upon Mandy and Barry's door. It was the police. They and all their neighbors learned the next morning that Barry had been stabbed in a motel parking lot and was in a poor condition. Apparently, pulling into a motel he noticed a fight and when he tried to break up the fight he was stabbed three times, in the stomach, in chest and in the hand. Mandy refused to go with them saying he was no longer her husband.
The street was awash in stories about what happened the previous night. Mandy added fuel to the stories by saying, "God gave him what the pervert deserved." Lisa came by to help her friend. When neighbors questioned why Mandy was not running to his side Lisa told them that she and Mandy had conclusive proof that Barry was seducing his female students.
The medical staff thought that though the injuries were serious, particularly the one that nicked his heart, that as he was in good physical shape that Barry would recover. He kept mumbling for his wife, but she never came to hold his hand or to whisper words of encouragement. To the medical staff's horror, and to the horror of the high school, early Saturday afternoon Barry passed away, his heart ceased beating. As one nurse said, Barry died because he lost the will to live.