Thank you Candace.
It was Friday afternoon and it's been two hours since they left New York. They still had one more hour of driving d left before reaching their home. They had accompanied their only child, Lisa, to her campus. She was starting college. Nancy turned and looked at her husband, Bill, at the steering wheel of his Ford Transit. They could not take her BMW 230i convertible as they had Lisa's stuffs to carry.
"Time flies," she thought. It was on her high school graduation day that she took a pregnancy test and it came out positive. Bill was still at the university, studying to become an engineer. Their respective parents were cooperative as they knew each other and they knew also that their children were in love. She stayed at her parent's place after the baby was born and they got married after Bill finished his studies. She has been a stay at home mom; she has seen her husband start as a junior engineer in a local industry and ten years later he had his own business dealing with HVAC. The business has flourished since then. Bill has secured contracts with huge building construction companies. He has always been a hard-working guy, devoting his life to his work and his family.
"The house will be empty without her." Bill said with a sad voice.
"She has been closer to you than me, she was always the daddy's little girl."
"She's our princess and should be treated as such." Bill observed.
"But have you seen her behavior these past few months? She treated me like garbage. Whenever you were home, she was always by your side. Sometimes she would make fun of me. When you were not there, she would shut herself in her room, avoiding me."
"Come on Nancy! She's still a child. She was under lots of pressure during her senior year in high school. She wanted to score the highest marks to fulfill her dreams of going to Columbia University. At least try to understand."
"I know Bill, but have you seen her reaction whenever we were in the same room? Do you remember two months ago when I was sitting on the couch and she came behind me with a knife? I thought she would harm me that day. I saw hatred in her eyes."
"It's your imagination, Nancy." Bill was irritated.
Nancy stayed quiet, she didn't want to continue the conversation. She didn't want Bill to get angry, at least not now. She took her cell phone out and sent a text message "we'll be there in 30 mins". One minute later her phone beeped.
'Is it from Lisa?" Bill asked.
"No, it's Betty."
"And how is she getting along with Paul? Last time at our barbeque party, she was ranting about him working late night, putting on too much hours and caring for others more than her. She should know that the job of a sheriff is not that easy. She should have thought well before getting married to him."
Once again Nancy stayed quiet. She wanted Bill to stay cool till they arrived home. She just leaned against the window and prayed that they were already home.
As Bill turned into his driveway, he saw a sheriff's car in front of his garage. Bill parked his van behind the car. Paul and his assistant climbed out and greeted Bill.
"What's going on?" A confused Bill asked Paul. At the same time Nancy ran and stood behind the assistant. Bill frowned.
"This is the worst thing that forms part of my job, which I hate doing." The sheriff removes a manila envelope and handed it to Bill. "William Thomson, you've been served."
"Paul, is this a joke?" Bill took the envelope with a trembling hand. He turned to Nancy. She looked down as she could not face her husband. "Why Nancy? What have I done?"
"Bill, it's better if you leave. See a lawyer and work on your divorce. There is also a restraining order. You are not allowed to come here and be within 500 feet of Nancy." Paul said.
"Paul, last Sunday you were here with Betty for Lisa's going away barbeque party. Both of you knew what would happen. You came to my house, you ate and drink the food, you even wished Lisa good luck in her studies and her future. Both of you left with a smile on your faces. This is what I call hypocrisy."
"Bill, try to understand ..."
"To understand what Paul? That you are an asshole?" Bill yelled. "And you bitch, you stabbed me in my back." He turned to Nancy with angry eyes. "If you didn't love or want me anymore, you should have told me. I would have divorced you amicably."
"Bill, the restraining order is already in effect. I advise you to leave the premises." Paul tried to stay calm.
Bill walked to his van and threw the envelope on the passenger's seat, then he slammed the door and approached Paul. "I need my personal things, I hope you are not such an asshole to refuse me to walk into MY HOUSE and take some of MY personal belongings." He removed his house key and made his way to the front door.
"Your key won't work." Paul removed a set of keys from his pocket and handed it to his assistant.
"I see that you have taken care of everything, or is it Betty? She should have been here today with a locksmith while we were away. Am I right?"
Paul didn't answer, he just nodded at his assistant. The latter walked Bill into the house and stayed by his side as he filled in two suitcases.
"Don't you worry," Paul told Nancy. "I will have my guys doing regular patrol here. I would not leave the house alone for a few days if I were you. He is extremely angry and he can do anything through anger."
"I will stay home. I will call a friend to come and spend the weekend in the house." Nancy replied.
"Yes, a friend." Paul muttered.
Bill came out with the suitcases and put them at the back of the van. The assistant handed Nancy the set of keys. Bill took the envelope and removed the divorce document and started to read it.
"Bill, you got your stuffs, it's time to leave." Paul ordered.
"Wait! This bitch is asking for fifty per cent of my business, fifty per cent of all our savings. She wants the house and her car, plus a monthly alimony. The whore is sending me to the cleaners."
"Bill, if you don't leave, I will have to arrest you." Paul tried to get a pair of handcuffs from his belt.
"No need, Paul. I'll sign the papers right now and disappear." Bill took a pen and signed everywhere indicated by small arrow stickers. "Can you please attest the document and give me my copy?"
Nancy, Paul and his assistant stood there in shock. They never believed Bill would accept the conditions. Nancy smiled and thought how lucky she was. She got everything she wanted and was free of a husband and a daughter. Paul signed the papers as a witness and handed Bill his copy. Bill climbed into his van.
"Who is he? How long have you been fucking him?" Bill lashed out at Nancy.
"Go inside and lock the door behind you." Paul told Nancy and walked to Bill's van. The assistant accompanied her inside.
"Don't do anything stupid. Think about Lisa."
"I already did something stupid when I married this bitch." Bill shouted and put the engine on. "She preferred to divorce me as she knew I would never accept an open marriage ... like you."
"What? Open marriage?" Asked a stunned Paul.
"Don't try to hide it, Paul. Everyone knows."
"What are you talking about?" Paul almost screamed.
"Look Paul, we all know that when you are working nights, your brother Tom is warming your bed."
"Are you setting me against my brother, you SOB!"
"Oh shit! She's cheating on you! Sorry to be the messenger of bad news. See Paul, as a sheriff you have been trained to detect when someone is lying. Go home and ask Betty. Then you'll know." Bill reversed and left the property as he was told.
Once alone, Nancy poured herself a glass of wine and stood in front of Pagnole's masterpiece "The Train Station". The painting was worth a hundred grand or more. "He left it here, his loss," She thought with a wicked smile. She took her phone and pressed the speed dial.
"Come on Jason, pick up your phone!" Nancy yelled at her phone and hung up. "He was supposed to come directly here after work." She said to herself. She sat down and sipped her wine. She remembered when they first met. It was a year ago. She was at the departmental store when they walked into each other. He was in charge of the shoe section. He was in his twenties, with a perfect body. She melted on the spot. They exchanged phone numbers. The following day she called him and invited him to her house. He came during his lunch break and fucked her like a stud. He ate her pussy till she squirted. She screamed with each stroke. After he left, she got the impression she was gangbanged. She could hardly walk. That night she told Bill that she was not feeling well and went to bed early. After that day, she knew that Bill would never be a match to her lover, who was younger and full of energy. And Bill was always busy with his business. At night he was always tired. He would always help Lisa with her homework and then go through his files till late. As soon as he would climb into bed, he fell asleep immediately.
Nancy finished her wine and poured herself another glass. She hit speed dial again and got an automatic voice message "The number you are calling is temporarily unavailable, please try again later." With anger she threw the phone on the couch, grabbed the remote and switched on the TV. She could not focus on the screen. She decided to have a shower. It was a week ago that she had a shower with Jason and he fucked her in the ass. One thing that she has always refused her husband. And Jason had made it clear: her ass belonged to him and only him. The day before she was at his apartment and he fucked her brains out. She had a spare key and could visit her lover any time. Sometimes she would go there when he was at work and would clean the whole apartment. She bought him clothes, shoes, perfumes and gave him an expensive watch for his birthday. She even gave him some pocket money every now and then. She sometimes let him drive her BMW.
"Oh God, I need him between my legs now. I'm horny like hell. I need him to eat my pussy," Nancy said to herself. She tried to figure out the last time she'd had sex with Bill. She could not recall. Was it three months or six, or maybe more? She did not care, she had her young lover, a real man to satisfy her. Now they would be together, they did not need to fear anybody. She was free and he would move in with her that evening.
After the shower she came to the living room and grabbed her cell phone and cursed gain, "where are you Jason? Why don't you pick up the bloody phone?" She went to the kitchen and prepared herself a light dinner. "Shit! I can't get out of the house or else I would have driven to his place." Then something caught her attention on the TV. She rushed to the living room and raised the volume. She watched in horror Paul, handcuffed, being walked to a police car.
"Sheriff Paul Anderson shot his wife in the head and drove to his brother's work place and shot him five times. Both the wife and the brother are dead." The anchorman said. Nancy switched off the TV and sat down, shocked. "Oh Betty, I told you to be very careful." She cried.
That night she could not sleep at all. For the first time she was feeling completely alone. She'd kicked out her husband, her lover could not be reached, her best friend killed, her daughter has been avoiding her, her parents have already left this world. The only one left was her sister, but she was living with her husband Tom in another city three hundred miles away.
Saturday went by and she could still not reach Jason. She was anxious and irritated at the same time. "He could at least leave a message and let me know what is going on." Nancy thought over and over again. Sunday morning, she decided to drive to Jason's apartment. As soon as she walked inside, she could feel that something was wrong. Pictures on the wall and all the electronic items were missing. His walk-in closet was empty and no sign of any of his personal items in the bathroom. She flung herself down on the bed.
"He left! He left me without a word!" Nancy cried. "How could he do this to me? It was his idea to divorce Bill and he'll move in with me and get married after the divorce is final." She left the apartment and drove to the departmental store which was open on Sundays. There she hoped to find Jason at work. She met one of his colleagues. She was told that Jason, half an hour after he came to work Friday morning, asked for permission to go back to his place as he had forgotten his wallet. He did not come back and later that day he emailed a resignation letter to the boss.
