Many thanks to techsan for editing this story.
It is suggested you read the two previous chapters before reading this chapter.
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As you remember from Chapter 2, my wife Emma left me on a Saturday evening to go to what she thought was an innocent dinner with Rolf Ericsson and his friends at the Old Colonel's Mansion. After the dinner she would be introduced as a member at Rolf's private historic 1648 club and stay there overnight.
She didn't believe me when I told her that I had gotten secret inside information about what she was expected to do at the Colonel's Mansion and what she thought only was an innocent dinner during the evening would be turning to an introduction to a sex sect with historic connections to the present day American state of Delaware. She didn't believe me or care when I told her that in the introduction ceremony she was expected to fuck with a real Indian. Neither did she care that going there and fucking that Indian meant divorce. The last thing I heard of her was driving away in her car.
Of course I felt completely beaten with sad feelings when sitting at the kitchen table beginning to think about my situation and why in the hell Emma had caused me to get into this damn mess. My thoughts went to the first time I met her. It was during the rally race when I slid off the road in a bend and hit a moose standing in the forest. It fell over the hood and crushed the windshield. Emma was there as nurse and it was she who gave me first aid and probably even my pet name "The Moose".
When I met Emma she was dating a guy whom I never had liked and to my great pleasure she preferred me and dumped him soon after we had met. Emma and I had an average relationship with love, marriage and a child. Like most other couples we had our ups and downs but never any serious problems until she met her ex-boyfriend again at the historic society's theater. But that was history now because I had put a stop to that relationship before anything serious happened.
I had never believed that she would dump me and leave a rather happy marriage to join a damn sex sect and therefore I had not planned for what to do in this situation. My only solution had been filling in divorce forms.
Our son and one of his friends were in his room playing some game on his PlayStation and I was still sitting at the kitchen table when, to my surprise, I heard Emma's car coming back in our driveway. My first thought was that she had forgotten something she wanted to take with her.
She came in with her face a total mess. No doubt she had been crying most of the time since she left our house less than ten minutes ago. I didn't say anything and she sat down at the kitchen table, on the opposite side from me, sobbed and said, "Are you serious about that divorce?"
"Yes, I am, because I will never accept any cheating. I have never cheated you and will never accept any cheating from you. I don't care a shit if Rolf's Indian is an exotic Medicine man, Chief of some unknown tribe or a damn simple con man without any more connection to Delaware than our neighbor's cat. Fucking that bastard is adultery and adultery means divorce. Full stop."
"I'm not going anywhere. I promise to stay at home forever. Are you satisfied with that?"
"So nowadays there are only two alternatives available in your world, fucking an Indian or never going out? Have I ever denied you doing anything or going anywhere you want? Oh, yes, I forget that I put a stop to poor Ronny's seduction plans during the coach trip. What the hell is wrong with our marriage? Ronny or Rolf's Indian, just as pest or cholera, why should I care?"
She was crying now and sobbed, "Why are you doing that to me? Why are you accusing me of dirty things I never did? Why don't you trust me?"
"Because I love you and had an old fashioned idea that our son would prefer to live with his real parents. I'm sorry for causing your problems and I understand that I have to accept that we are living in new times with new customs. Obviously it is in to be an independent single parent."
"I have never said a word about separation. It is your decision, not mine. Believe me or not but still I love you, very much indeed, and of course I want to remain married to you."
What could I say to that? I didn't need to say anything because the phone rang. I took the call, answering, "Fredrick Ohlson."
"Is Emma at home? May I speak with her?"
"Who's asking?"
"That's not your business."
"Not yours, either." I hung up.
The phone rang again a few seconds later and I replied again, "Fredrick Ohlson."
" My name is Rolf Ericsson and I want speak to Mrs. Emma Ohlson."
"You damn pervert sex maniac, you can let your damn Indian fuck your own ass instead of somebody's wife! Go to hell, asshole and stay there!"
Obviously he wasn't used to that kind of language from average small town people like me and it took several seconds before he replied, "I demand to speak to her."
"You are not in position to demand shit. As I told you before, go to hell and stay there."