This my third submission. The first two stories were written under the user name of Spiderman1
They say love is blind. I can testify that at least for me it was. What nobody ever said was that the betrayal by the only thing you cherish in the world will cause more pain than any whip and cut deeper than the sharpest blade. That's where my story begins.
Kat (Kathy) was my wife. We're not divorced yet, but she is no longer my wife. She knows the difference between right and wrong and she decided to do wrong again and again. I don't give a rat's ass why.
Unfortunately, the marriage contract has been breached and is therefore null and void. She's thirty two, beautiful and naturally sensuous. Every year she grew more beautiful.
Secretly, I always felt that she was out of my league. It hurts to think that maybe I was out of hers. My love for Kat consumed my entire being. I used to be happy.
I'm an honorable man who tries to live by rules of no lying, cheating, or stealing. If you don't fuck with me, I won't fuck with you. Kat did all three. I thought she was all mine. I was wrong. I never cheated on her in five years of what I thought was a happy marriage. There can be no quarter given for treason. Disloyalty was grounds for execution.
Some part of me misses her even though I have every reason to trash her memory, after I trash her. Finding out who I was really married to has been traumatic. I've heard of guys that let their women disrespect, dishonor and betray their man with no consequences. I am not one of those men.
My name is Mike Logan. I'm forty five and a retired marine corps major and currently a security advisor for a number of important people. Kat and I didn't talk much about what I did in the corps or my job. She's a systems analyst for a large corporation.
When people ask what I did in the Marines, I smile and say if I told you I'd have to kill you. They usually smiled and backed away never knowing that I meant every word.
My only real flaw is that I'm sometimes contracted to kill people. It's a very lucrative profession and I'm very good at my job... been trained by the best. So far, every target has been a scumbag that the world is better off without. I think of myself as an exterminator. I check them out myself and reserve the right to refuse termination of a good man.
I know what you're thinking...How could a killer have ethics? Well, I am what I am. Kat has no idea... There is no way I could ever hurt her. Her boyfriend was another matter. After I figure out what I am going to do and deal with my sweet wife, I had time to decide his fate later. I was definitely going to cause him to have a very bad day.
On second thought, maybe, it would be better to deal with him first. She won't go unpunished. Treachery and infidelity have a price. Retribution is a bitch. No, Justice is a better word, yes justice is a bitch.
Lately, my services have been in high demand. I have been traveling a lot. There's a lot of garbage in this world that needs to be disposed of. That's why she felt so free to say what she said when I heard the conversation that sealed her fate, our fate. My future with Kat had been stolen, given away by my woman. My woman...Ha! I guess we won't be taking the trip I had been planning.
When I arrived at home I discovered the true meaning of grief . I've seen my friends killed by bombs and bullets, but the pain Kat has caused me is in a class by itself.
Something in me has disappeared, hope was now a major casualty. She knows how to reach the best part of me. She used to know that is. My slut wife has truly created a beast. My carefully disciplined emotions were running wild as I fluctuated between sorrow and anger.
The other shoe will now drop . My blade has two edges. It was a mistake to sharpen the other side.
I will never understand how she could do this to our marriage. Was it bullshit from the beginning? Could I be that blind? Could a woman really love a man and do what she did?
A dark force was taking over. I was powerless to control it. My anger left no room for mercy. After she caused me to discover my soul, she had crushed it.
Until three days ago, I had money, a beautiful loving wife and a great house. I still have and will keep the material stuff. None of it really mattered now.
My shock was quickly turning into a burning rage mixed with grief, and self pity. Tears fell from my eyes as I lost control and let my feelings surface. I just let it happen. I had to let my grief at the death of my marriage run its course. I let the grief and pain I had repressed for the friends that fell in battle mix with the tears that fell for Kat. Later, I felt better. Healing had begun.
Damn her! I didn't want to feel anything. She changed me in ways I cannot describe. Heaven was now hell. Because of her, I would never be the same. How many times has she looked me in the eye and lied? Too many!
A couple of days ago, I was considering my retirement and plans for traveling around the
world with my faithful wife. I wanted to thank her for putting up with me for almost a year as I handled my business. I made a lot of money during that time. She didn't know about the account in the Cayman islands. I had been waiting for the right time to tell her that we were rich. That information was on a need to know basis and she never needed to know. Our life had been more than comfortable. All I wanted to do was to spend it on Kat. Making her happy used to be my life ambition. Now, I hated the woman I love. The only woman I ever loved.
Sure, I've been in lust quite a few times, but the love I've always felt for Kat humanized me. My work had become difficult because of her. She made me think too much, feel too much. I felt the sun on my face for the first time in a long time. I wanted peace. I wanted Kat. It all felt like a dream now, a cold illusion. My marriage was a cold illusion. I wondered how may Rogers there had been. One was enough. It was better for her that I didn't know.
Ice has now replaced where there was once blood warmed by the heat of our passion. That damned conversation has been my blessing and my curse. At least I wouldn't waste more time living a dream. Her words to him were pounding and churning in my mind.
I dreamed that I was in combat. Smoke, ashes and the dead were all around us. My men had taken a small village and began a house to house search. We were all battle weary from too much fighting and killing. I kicked in a door and saw a woman being raped. When I approached, she was smiling, enjoying her rapist. It was Kat.
