This concludes the story of Anne Cheng. I hope that you enjoyed taking her journey with me. - Wifethief
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The alarm went off like a siren in the early morning, Anne quickly silenced it before the sound disturbed either young man. Randal Acosta was scheduled to arrive punctually at six A.M. At the cabin. Anne had much to do before that time, still, she had trouble forcing the tiredness out of her eyes. She took a final look at the boys and made her way to the bathroom.
In the shower Anne truly regretted rinsing the boy's scent off of her. She had come to covet the boy's aroma over the past twelve days. Anne dressed herself in the clothing she wore when she pretended to be Julia Han. It was the least provocative option. She packed up all of the fantasy clothing in the large suitcase. There were many good and sweet memories stored with the clothes. Anne decided that she would ask Mr. Acosta if she could keep the suitcase. She could imagine many situations in the future where such clothing would prove delightfully useful.
Right on time Anne heard Mr. Acosta's big sedan pull up in front of the cabin. Anne greeted him at the door. Randall Acosta could not believe the obvious difference between the Anne he had driven to the cabin and the one he was now picking up. This was a more confident, and if possible, even more beautiful woman.
After ascertaining that the boys were still abed the big gangster said, "Good morning, Mrs. Cheng, you certainly appear to have enjoyed yourself."
"Oh Mr. Acosta Jacob and Bobby are excellent young men. We learned a great deal from each other. Although I was most hesitant to come to this cabin, I want to thank you for every moment of it."
Mr. Acosta grinned from ear to ear at Anne's words.
"Mr. Acosta, may I keep the suitcase and the clothing? I can't imagine that you will have a use for them."
"Of course, Anne." he replied.
. She smiled in gratitude, then Anne's expression changed. "The last time we spoke you said that you have a surprise for me back in the city. It is a good one I hope."
"Yes it is Anne. I have some lawyers scheduled to come to my office. Before you leave we will have filed for your divorce and secured you a petition to remain in this country. Then I will take you to see the house that is waiting for you, As a parent I also know that you will want to spend time with your children and prepare them for the big changes ahead. When you are ready, contact me and I will have some of my men move you to your new home. I have found a place for Charlie to sleep until you are ready to move. But your current house is in his name it is better if you and your children have a clean break and a new start and have no indebtedness of any kind to your soon to be ex-husband."
Anne face brightened, "Oh Mr. Acosta! How can I ever repay you?"
"You already have Anne. My son became a man in the best way possible with a most beautiful woman. His future as a confident and secure man is guaranteed because of your initiation ."
It was decided to not wake either of the boys. Anne did not want to break the magic of the previous evening and Mr. Acosta was content to let Anne have things her way.
Randall Acosta disappeared to the car and returned with a package. "Anne, you may choose to wear what you have on now but I think this dress might be more appropriate. Think of it as your first set of clothing as a free woman."
Anne hustled to the bathroom and opened the package. It was a lovey navy blue dress with matching heels and stockings. Mr. Acosta had even thoughtfully provide modest underwear. Anne wasted no time in putting the outfit on.
The big gangster left a note in a prominent place for his son to find. He hefted the large suitcase with one arm, offered Anne the other arm and they walked back to his car. Anne's heart was full of mixed emotions as she watched the cabin fade from view. On the seat next to her was a bag containing the clothing and jewelry she had taken off at Mr. Acosta's home, back when her adventure had begun. Anne was grateful to see the earrings again but she looked askance at her wedding ring. All it contained was bad memories.