Chapter 2: She Finishes the Story
The last six months have been a blur for me. For most of that time I didn't know who I was, where I was or what I was. Only now do I understand what happened to me so long ago. Only after months in a hospital and months of psychiatric counseling do I understand what I have done. I wish I didn't understand but I do.
Paul raised a gun and pointed it at me. I was so shocked from the realization that he knew about me and Marty, but when he raised the gun I got so frightened I just shook. I screamed, "Don't, please don't!" Then I looked at the hate in his eyes and knew our marriage was over and maybe my life too. I could also see the hurt and utter emptiness in his eyes and it made my skin crawl. I could see him going totally mad and I knew it was all over for me. This wasn't the man I loved, the man who loved me. This was something else, and yes, I do say "something" not "someone."
He said with a voice cold as steel, "Janet, just look at the pictures." I glanced at the screen and saw shot after shot of me going into Marty's house, Marty and me kissing at his door, me with my hand on Marty's cock. There were so many pictures proving my infidelity to Paul. Then the last pictures I saw were of Marty, lying in his shower, blood everywhere. I heard myself groan with the realization of what he had done as I jerked my gaze back to Paul.
He had turned the gun, putting it into his mouth and after he said, "Goodbye Janet," he pulled the trigger.
They tell me that police found me in shock holding Paul. They tell me that gunshots had been heard at Marty's house and someone got the license number of the car that drove away. They tell me that they knew it was our car and were already on the way over to our house. They tell me that I wouldn't let go of Paul for them to take him away. They tell me that I had snapped mentally and nothing that was said or done for me would bring me out of it. They tell me that they took me to the hospital and admitted me. They tell me so many things because I cannot remember much at all what happened from then until now.
I do remember what happened before that day and now, six months later. I remember that Paul and I had fought though I don't recall what it was about, and I was pissed at him. We went to the party at the club and I was just going to make his life miserable. It so happened that Marty asked me to dance with him so I though, why not, I will use this to make Paul pay.
Oh, Marty was slick, I will give him that, and he had me going almost instantly with his compliments. He told me how lovely I was, now what woman doesn't like to hear that. He told me that I was the prettiest woman at the club that night, and I was just so excited to hear that. He told me that he always wanted to spend time with me because I was so sweet, so smart and so sexy. How could I resist such charm? I could have but I was pissed at Paul and didn't want to. I kept encouraging Marty and I could see that Paul was upset, but he didn't do a thing about it.
Some sick thing in my mind told me a lie at that moment. It told me that Paul really didn't care so why should I. Oh, what a lie that was, but I bought those thoughts so completely that when Marty called me the next Thursday I bought it all and agreed to have lunch with him. We had a pretty intense conversation during lunch about "us." Marty told me he would like to make love to such a beautiful woman and even though I blushed, even though I knew it would be wrong, even though I felt it would betray the only man I loved, I was too weak to resist his charm. After all, I had convinced myself that Paul didn't care about me, that anything I did to him he had deserved.
