DAVID'S S REVENGE
This story is a stand-alone creation. It draws from "The Stolen Wife" by ConPulsion. I contacted him about writing a continuation; he suggested a stand-alone tale. It gives me a little bit of wiggle room and some leeway with the facts. I recommend reading the original.
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Now, taking a page from saddletramp1956, the disclaimers:
1) Everyone is over the age of 18. There is nothing unnatural going on.
2) IN NO WAY IS THIS A RACIST RANT. THE STORY IS WHAT IT IS. I WOULD BE EQUALLY HARD ON THE BAD GUYS, REGARDLESS OF THEIR COLOR. I LOVE FAIR, HAPPY ENDINGS. I HATE BAD, UNFAIR ENDINGS.
3) I realize life is not always fair, but I'm writing it, so it is what it is. I would handle this the same way if the bad guys were orange, white, yellow, green, or any place in between. They are the bad guys. As such, in my world, they get what they deserve. Notice the wife is white. She gets it too.
Enough said.
I recommend you read "THE STOLEN WIFE" by ConPulsion, for context and a feeling for my attitude. It was an excellent story; I just thought it lacked a happy ending. I hope this fills the bill.
Enjoy.
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I didn't quite know what to do. I made copies of everything.
When I went to see Julie, to 'convince her to come back'.
(YEAH, RIGHT!!!)
I had turned on my cell phone, hoping to get pictures or audio. No such luck with the pictures, but the audio was crystal clear.
I hemmed and hawed for more than eight months and didn't do anything with the divorce paperwork or the check.
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Then one day at work, on a Thursday, about eight and half months after the incident, I got a package in the mail.
It contained a 10×12 color print of my wife, naked and holding a newborn infant next to a tall, muscular black man, also naked with a rather large cock. Her hand rested on his organ, and she had a serene smile on her face as she stared into the camera.
There were two letters, one handwritten by my former 'wife.'
The other official and typed. It was on stationary from the law firm handling her divorce.
It said that there had been no action on my divorce paperwork, and they urged me to sign and return the forms.
Also, the payment window on the 100,000 lb. check had been extended for 6 more months. To help me accept the 'arrangement.'
(YEAH, RIGHT!!)
The letter from my wife was pathetic.
'David', it began, 'I wish you would sign the divorce papers and cash the check. Then you could get on with your life and find someone to make you happy. I know I have. I have found my true calling, being breed stock for handsome black men. The photo shows my first pregnancy. It is a little girl.
'I am bestowing her on my lover and his wife. It is a dream life, and I am being well paid. I have 5 years more on my contract.
'Do not think harshly of me.
'You could not compare with the experience I am having. Thank you for the seven years of marriage. It showed me what I was missing. You are my past. Goodbye.'
Julie
I started to sob, and everything I had been holding in exploded out. My sorrow and agony turned to rage and humiliation.
Then there was a knock on my door frame. My P/A Susan looked in and saw my condition. She entered and closed the door.
She had been my right hand for a little over five years and knew that my wife had left, but not all the sordid details.
She had been married to a Royal Marine, Leftenant Jamie Morris, killed in action in Yemen about three years ago. Since then, she had thrown herself into her work. I didn't know at the time, but she was sweet on me, and knew I was happily married.
Well, I was. She came over to my desk and sat down.
"I was going to suggest lunch, but I think you need something a little stronger."
Then she noticed the photograph. She recognized my wife. There was a slight gasp.
'Well, it's out of the bag now,' I thought.
I handed her the letter and wiped my face with my sleeve. Hey, I'm a guy. Big boys don't cry............ Much!
She read the letter and looked at the picture again.
Then she re-read the letter. Her mind was racing.
"Oh, David, I'm so sorry. That bloody cow was not good enough for you."
I sniffed and wiped my nose again.
"I'm sorry, Susan. I didn't mean for anyone else to know about this."
She came to a decision.
She picked up my desk phone and punched up our receptionist.
"Sally, David, and I have some business to take care of. We will be out of the office all afternoon. Thanks, Luv. We'll see you tomorrow."
"Let's go. You're coming with me," Susan said.
We went to a small pub around the corner. We got an out-of-the-way table, and Susan ordered two pints.
"O.K., spill it. I want all the details. I think you need help.
At the very least, you need a shoulder to cry on. I want to be there for you. We are a team, and we will see how this shakes out.
"Know this: I have feelings for you, but I would never make a move on you as long as you were happily married. When Julie left, I thought I had my chance.
"But you did nothing. I kept waiting for you to announce your divorce, separation, or something. ANYTHING!
"But you just came to work every day and went along with your life. Now, we have the chance to make it all right. I will help in any way I can."
I was floored by her admissions. For the first time since this started, I sensed a light ahead. I had hope and possibly a plan.
I told her everything. How I kept and copied everything, and saved everything. Susan listened, took notes, and she asked only a few questions. Then, when I had finished my narrative, she assumed a pensive look and tapped her teeth with her pen.
"O.K., this is what I think we should do. Get everything you have concerning this mess, and we will go see a friend of mine. It's time we started to level the pitch, as they say. MAKE SURE YOU HAVE EVERYTHING, ESPECIALLY THE RECORDING."
She pulled out her cell and speed-dialed a number.
"Hello, this is Susan Sullivan. Can I speak to Sir Robert Lawnvale, please?? Yes, I'll hold. Thank you."
She sat there, and I could tell the gears were still turning.
"Hello, Robert? Yes, it's Susan. How are you? How is Cynthia?? Really, six months along? Time certainly does fly.
Bobbie, I need a favor. A big one. Can we see you this afternoon? Yes, forty-five minutes will be fine. We have to get some additional documents. Great, we'll see you then, Luv."
"Come on, let's get my car, and you can follow me to my house. Then to your house. We'll pick up the documents and such. Then we'll go to see my friend.
On the way to Susan's 'friend,' I got the background on Sir Robert Lawnvale.
He had been a Captain in the Royal Marines with Susan's husband, and he had pulled him from a burning armored personnel carrier after an attack. Unfortunately, her husband was severely injured and died from his wounds.
They had become close on his discharge, and she was the godmother to little Cynthia, the child his wife gave birth to. Unfortunately, his wife passed in childbirth. They were two lost souls, but no spark existed.
He took it hard and almost lost it. But his bosses sent him to America, to Texas, to handle an estate claim that could have been done by Skype or telephone. They knew in their infinite wisdom that he needed a change of scenery, so to speak.
They were right.
He met some really good people, including his new wife. She was the spitting image of his late wife, right down to her name. Almost as if they were identical twins separated at birth.
Everything snowballed, and he met her family at their ranch and had Thanksgiving weekend with them.
He went home to England. He arranged to have her visit the following February.
When Cynthia McMillan deplaned at Heathrow Airport, she was swept up into Robert's immediate family. His parents loved her. His brothers didn't think he was good enough for her. His sisters loved that they had improved the ratio in the family, boy to girl- wise. Cynthia was slightly overwhelmed by her reception.
She was very taken with Robert's affection for her and looked forward to exploring the situation.
In a whirlwind week and a half, she was romanced.
He proposed to her, and she accepted. They were married six months later in Texas, and both families were ecstatic.
This was the 'good friend' Susan was taking him to see. Honorable, trustworthy, and a real straight arrow. She knew he could help him.
They pulled into the law firm's parking lot. They went into the lobby and were ushered into the offices of Sir Robert Lawnvale, Esq. His P/A Sharon seated them and went to get some tea for them.
Sir Robert soon joined them. He hugged Susan and shook hands with David. They sat around a circular table and were joined by a paralegal.
"Now," he said, "How can I be of service?"
David laid out his problem. He gave him all his paperwork and showed him the photo and the letters.
He gave him the divorce decree and the check for Lbs.100,000.
Then he played the recording from his meeting with the 'gentleman' and his wife. He apologized for not having any usable video.
Sir Robert noted everything.
He asked some questions while perusing the divorce decree and the check. He looked at the photo and read the letters. He shook his head and 'tsked, tsked' a few times.
His paralegal appeared to be visibly shaken and, at one point, almost cried.
David finished his dissertation and sat silently. Susan reached out and took his hand. Robert slyly noticed the interplay between the two people.
All other activities ceased, and everyone looked at him with expectations. He rubbed his forehead and sighed. Then he looked up and assessed the two people sitting across from him.
"David, from what I can see, as despicable and replenishment as her actions were, she does not seem to have done anything illegal. Disgusting, yes, but not illegal."
David sagged in his chair and seemed to lose all hope. Susan put her arm around his shoulder.
"That's all right, Luv, we'll get through this. We still have each other."
Robert looked at the two people who seemed to lose all reason for living.
He sported a mischievous grin.
"Now wait a minute! That does not mean we have no recourse here. I am familiar with this law firm they used. It is a small boutique firm who don't have a lot of experience in litigation. They charge a lot for what they do, but they don't get much push back. There are several things we can do.
