750 Word Challenge
Forgive and Forget - NFW
(Inspired by Ken D)
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Coming home a day early from my London office was supposed to be a surprise. The surprise was on me! When I walked into our bedroom that Thursday morning, I discovered my loving wife Carol, sleeping in the arms of her supervisor. They looked so peaceful and in love as I looked on with tears flowing.
Holding my iPhone, I quietly took several low-light photos, which added a dramatic effect. Wrapped in his strong arms with her wedding rings on display made this the Rembrandt of photos. It could make a great cover for a romance novel. Sadly, I slithered away making my plans.
Downstairs I quietly packed my financials, laptop and files. With plenty of clothes in my overseas apartment, I needed little to finish my plan. As a prepper I was always ready for emergencies. I grabbed my 'go-bag' from the closet, which contained cash, gold coins, my crypto wallet, and silently left my home for the last time.
Before leaving, I entered the garage and short circuited her Tesla's battery, which is simple if you know how. Lithium battery fires, as seen on YouTube, are devastating. Without being able to stop the fire, it would certainly take down the entire house (titled in my name.)
Since I wasn't supposed to be home until the next evening, I had plenty of time to finish things up. I drained our accounts and wired the funds to my bank in London, closed the credit card accounts, and removed my name from all the others. Not expected to be home for another 12 hours, it was like I was never there.
While leaving the USA, back to Heathrow, my home was engulfed in flames as the lovers escaped, only wrapped in sheets. I would've loved to have seen their faces exposed to the neighborhood. Without clothes, money and car, Carol's life was already imploding.
Payments for her betrayal were just beginning. Don't get me wrong, I loved her dearly for the last 8 years. I came home to surprise her with some great career news only to learn that I've been her cuckold and wimp husband. That pain cannot be described. I pray some woman can remove the knife still buried in my back.
While waiting for the plane to depart, I logged into her FaceBook, Instagram, and Twitter accounts, tagged friends, families, work associates, Mark's wife, and his boss in the post. This was going to be an interesting day for the lovers.
