Letter to Susan

Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Henry James Burton. I had the best upbringing anyone could ask for. I went to the best schools and never asked my parents for anything. Whatever was new on the market, I had one the following day. My friends all said the same thing to me: you are one lucky so and so.

My parents were in business and both made millions. My mother sold her business and banked the lot. My father carried on working. He wanted to leave me his business and me to take over one day.

I was twenty-two, and my father sat down with me and told me I was starting at the bottom of the business. Also, I must not use my real name. I would move into a new department every three months so I would know how things worked. My father had told the managers to give me all the dirty jobs.

Two years passed when I was with my father in his big office. He sent for the managers and informed them I was to take over the business. My mother and father had me when they were twenty-nine. My parents had planned to retire at fifty-five. I was the only child to take over. For the next two years, my father told me and showed me all his business methods.

Telling me who he trusted also who to be aware of. That included workers in the company. The first year my father repeated it to me. In the second year I was in charge he sat back waiting for me to make a mistake too. At the end of those two years, my father was happy to retire.

I attended business lunches, dinners, and every meeting also I attended social meetings. They were business meetings. It was at one of these meetings that I saw a girl. I followed her everywhere that night. Even danced with her twice. At the end of the night. I asked her out for lunch. She accepted for the following day. Her name was Jennifer Susan Roberts. Before I met up with her the following day, I spoke with my father asking who the Roberts were.

My father told me they were worth millions, and they had two boys and two girls. Both were fifteen years older than him. The sons were running the business. He asked me why. I told him I was going to have lunch with Jennifer Susan Roberts.

She had attended finishing school and could talk on all subjects and much more! Jennifer Susan Roberts, how can I put it? She was my Aphrodite--the same height as me with the right curves. A better way to put it is a real stunner. At lunch she held me spellbound just looking at her, she told me where she had been around the world. I was captivated by her. That lunch was to be the first of many. We had dinner in posh places and sometimes we slummed it. I had fallen in love with her and her with me.

We spoke briefly about our past. Jennifer had many lovers. I also had the same. We called them boyfriends and girlfriends and did not pry into our past life. We wed in less than a year it cost a fortune; I was glad I was not paying for it.

We had our honeymoon in the Bahamas. I was worn out, and so was Jennifer Susan Roberts.

In the next three years, we had two boys. I was making a fortune. After the boys were in bed. I spent hours on paperwork. Jennifer Susan Roberts. Sorry Susan was getting fed up sitting at home looking after the kids, so she hired a nanny. That was a nail in the coffin.

Business was coming first, family life second and our social life third. Susan went to see her brothers and sister every week and to visit her parents. We still went out together at social meetings. Sometimes Susan had to go home on her own!

Susan's parents passed away seven years after we were wed. My parents were in their late sixty-third years. My mother and father were travelling the world seeing the things they always wanted to see. The years passed by and Susan still went out visiting!

I was going to do the same with my two boys as my father had done with me and at fifty-five retire.

My mother spent practically all her millions on diamonds. They were in a safety deposit box; I had the only key. My father's income came from the business pension just to live on. He had done the same thing over the years with his money and bought diamonds that were in the same box. They would ask me for the key from time to time and return it to me. They sold some now and then.

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The Roberts firm was going downhill due to the two boys making bad decisions. When I was in my fifth year the Roberts firm collapsed. My Susan was not doing to get a penny of the Roberts millions.

I was fifty-third year and my boys were going through the ropes in the business. They had equal spares to run the business. At fifty-five I turned the business over to my two boys.

At fifty-five I collapsed at work and rushed to a hospital. My heart was giving out due to all the pressure at work and the stress Susan was putting me through. That was when I found out I had weeks to live. Susan was called to the hospital. I told her I had weeks to live. She did not shed a tear. Nor did she say I will miss you, my darling husband.

My lawyer visited me in the hospital. I wanted to make sure what I set in motion eleven months ago was airtight and within the Law. He and I made sure it was. The reading of the will was to take place within forty-eight hours of my death. That was because Susan gave her time to attend in black.

I had laid down who was to be in the lawyer's chambers at the reading of my will. My wife Jennifer Susan Burton (nee Roberts) My two sons and their wives and one other special person in my life. Diana Taylor.

It was all laid out neat and tidy. So, my sons were to be in total control. My wife was in for the biggest shock in her life. It was payback time. I do wish I could be there at the reading of my last will and testament to see her face. I had a few surprises for Susan which were all in a letter addressed to her. My lawyer too asked for her to read it there and then. So, she could ask questions.

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My sons visited me. I told them I had two weeks to live. They visited me every day. I made them first to promise me I was to be buried with my mother and father. My funeral costs were paid for in advance. When my sons visited me in the hospital, their mother nine times out of ten was not there!

So, at one of their visits together. I told them what their mother had been doing to me behind my back for twenty-one years. I was honest with them and told them what I did at the same time. They understood my reasons but could not understand what I told them what their mother had done.

My sons asked me why I did not divorce their mother years ago. I loved her and there was no way I would leave you two. When Susan did visit me in the hospital, it was out of duty not love. She would be dressed and ready to go out. My son noticed it but did not comment on the way she was dressed. Susan was always the first to leave, if anyone was in the room they would be thinking. She should have stayed by my side but never did once.

It was clear she did not love me; she only wanted the money. And the life she had chosen. The final day of my life was coming so fast on me and my two boys were at my side each holding one of my hands. We were the only three in the room. I gripped my son's hands as best I could say I love you.

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Letter to Susan.

Dear Susan.

If you are reading this then I am dead. I must tell you a few things. Where will I start? It might get a bit mixed up but just read it.

When we first met you at that social meeting, I followed her everywhere that night. You were my Aphrodite. The light of my life. The following day at lunch I was spellbound just looking at you. Your hair, eyebrows and eyelashes were perfect. You did not need lipstick on those wow perfectly shaped lips I wanted to kiss so much. Your nose was the right shape and your neck was not too long or short. Your ears were a picture with that pretty face. You smelt wonderful; your skin was so smooth when I managed to touch it.

I looked at those breasts. They were the ideal shape as best as I could make out. That waist, I wanted to hold it then forever and ever. And those long legs every man would stand and stare at them. God, you were so physically desirable. You had the charm of presenting me with so much sexual attractiveness to me. I called you, my Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty. I was captivated by you and fell in love with you.

When you said yes to me when I asked you to marry me you don't know how happy it made me.

When we were married, I gave you my heart, my body and my soul. It was yours forever. I planned on giving it to you until the day I died. My eyes were never going to wander nor my body. I pledged that nobody would harm you while I lived. I loved you so deeply. I loved you. I prayed you had done the same to me; that your heart, your body, your soul was mine and mine alone until the day you died.

When you gave birth to our two boys. I was so happy. Yes, I know we had a few ups and downs, but we got over it. When you hired a nanny for the boys at the time, it did not bother me.

You visited your parents until they passed away. You also visited your brothers and sister every week. I did not mind that. What I did not like was the number of times you went out on the town with the girls. On those nights you came home tired. Tired of what?

Now after the first three years of loving your husband, it stopped. I knew there was something wrong because when we made love you did it out of duty to me. I knew you were cheating on me. Year in and year out so I hired a PD. They had trouble following you every time you went to see your lover or lovers. You always carried a bag but always dressed as though you were going out shopping.

You used your normal car to go into town and park up. Then you take a bus or a train. Doubling back all the time to shake off anybody that might be following you. You would change into one of the two cars you had at either end of the secure car park. You were so clever at doing it that you never used the same route. You lost the PD every time. In the twenty-one years of them following you. You were so bright and deceitful in how you cheated on me. Marks out of ten. TEN.

One night you were out, that was no surprise. I was looking for some papers in the bedroom and came across documents from two of your old cars. Both were insured and taxed with a copy of where you left them. Which was in the secure car park in town. I had the Reg number colour and make. I gave it to my PD. But in the last year, you were caught cheating on me. In the same drawer, I found your notebook with names in it.

Some names had first and second names with a number followed by a star. That must be your rating of them. Some names with just the first name with nothing behind it. I assumed they were one-night stands. I looked for my name, but I could not find it. I had taken your notebook to work and copied it. I handed a copy to my PD. I wanted him to find them. So, I could look at them in turn.

I called in all the places where they worked. Some were the same build as me, some a bit better looking and some not too good. Some were athletic and some muscular. I also found out who they were married to with addresses.

I prepared a letter to each of their wives. On it was our home address and phone number. With my business address and phone number so they would know it was not a crank letter. So, when their wives read it, what I thought was going on and still might be. I had no evidence. I told them that but what I had read from your notebook. The rest would be up to them. I made a file of your notebook, and it will be on the internet for all to see. So, anyone reading it will know it is true.

What my PD did was let you ride the buses, take the train and double back to you in one of your cars. They had tracking devices fitted, and they had no intention of losing you. The first time they had no idea where you were going until you arrived at the hotel. When you left my PD found out you use the same room every week.

What made it even worse was I owned the hotel. Because you were my wife there was no charge for the room. And what made it even worse was you had been using the same room for twenty-one years week in and week out.

That finishing school you went to must have taught you the following. How to lie with a straight face, how to be cunning, how to cheat all the time. How to be deceitful, how to use routes so you would not be caught and to cheat on your husband. You must have excelled in all of them.

My PD asked for my permission for the rooms bugged yes including the bathroom. Spy cameras are installed on every wall and in the ceilings. The recording equipment is installed in the office. It cost me plenty. I was now going to get a recording of you cheating on me.

That day when my PD followed you to the hotel and I received the phone call. I did not want to hear it. But I had to listen. That was the day I found out for sure I had a slut for a wife. The woman I loved so much but was not in love with me. The times we made love in all the years. You kept me blinded from what you were doing behind my back. I had been used year in and year out and my feelings for you went down the sewer drain.

Because you were cheating on me soon after having the boys. I had DNA tests done on them until they were six. I wanted to make sure they were both mine and they are. I remember the nights we made love. You always said you loved me, and I said the same to you. But I knew you didn't love me. If you did, you would never have cheated on me.

The boys have equal shares in the company you have NONE. The diamonds from my parents left me are in two safety deposit boxes in the boys, names only. The boys have already signed an agreement saying you will get nothing from those boxes. If you do, they lose a lot. It was set up that way ten months ago when I got proof you were cheating on me. But they will give you some support because you are their mother.

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I have a confession to you. When did I realise you were cheating on me? The first thing I did was get tested for STD. I have done that every three months for the last twenty-one years. For two reasons. I didn't want any STD from you. It also told me you were free from the dreaded disease.

The second reason when I was away on my trips, I hired an escort lady. They were the same build and colour as you so I could pass them off as my wife. These escort ladies did what it sounds like but others I went to bed with them for an extra fee. When I was away for a week at a time, they stayed with me every night. In bed soon after dinner at six. You were cheating on me, so I did the same on you.

So, all was fair in love and war they say. The other thing is when I was at home, and I told you I was working late, I was with someone else in bed. She was ten times better than you in bed and in my will, she gets two million to be paid to her with my love.

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Now for the Roberts family Ha, your two brothers and sister. I had known the company was going to the wall a month before it collapsed. I was going to help. But my PD had done a great job on the three of them. Your eldest brother, well, is in debt to the mob I believe is having trouble finding the money he owes them. He is also seeing a woman at night. It also rumoured that things were going on in the office every day with his secretary.

Your other brother goes to a cathouse every other night. It was also rumoured that things were going on in his office every day with his secretary. I also believe he goes to a clinic for a shot or two. I know what went on. You can make your mind up. But there also is a letter going to your brothers' wives.

As for your loving sister. She went to the same finishing school as you. Taught how to lie, be cunning, how to cheat, be deceitful, and how to cheat on her husband. She is screwing two at the same time in the same bed. It runs right through your family. A letter is going to your sister's husband with all I know. I bet your parents and their parents. All cheated in their lives what an unfaithful family I married into.

And the money you gave to both your brothers and sister to help them out. I did not mind at first. But the hate I had for them was growing with every penny you gave them out of my pocket. Mainly to help your eldest brother out.

Now for the house, since it was in my name only, I have sold it. When I die, my lawyer will inform the new owners. That means the new owners have the right to move into the house ninety days after I die. That also means you will have to find somewhere to live in that time.

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At last, you my wife Jennifer Susan Burton (nee Roberts).

Where will I start, that night at the social when I first saw you, I fell in love with you. I could not take my eyes off you were my Aphrodite. I remember every smile you gave me. I was besotted with you. When I asked you to marry me and you said YES, I was so happy. I could not leave work fast enough to see you, you knew that. Those first three years were so happy we had two sons. I was over the moon. We named our firstborn after my father and our second after your father. They were both so pleased.

I could not understand why you wanted to hire a nanny for the boys. It soon became clear why. You were cheating on me which made me wonder if you loved me the way I loved you. Our love sorry your love dried up. But I loved you so very much. I let it go on hoping you would return to your loving husband. After three months you carried on without a care for me. So, I hired a PD to get some type of evidence against you. I considered divorce over and over week in and week out. My only concern was my two boys. I stayed with you for their sake. When we made love, you did it because we were married or out of duty there was no love anymore from you. I tried all sorts of things to wake you up. I failed every time.

You were so clever in what you did in twenty-one years. You hoodwinked me, you thought. The first PD I hired. I thought he was going to do a bad job in three years. It was the same for the next sixteen years for all the PDs I hired. You did a great job. I must say you lost them every time.

I hired a new PD. He was an ex-copper. In the last two years, he was not doing it any better. Until one night when you were out, I was looking for some papers in the bedroom to the end of his first year on the job.

I came across documents of your old cars. Both are insured and taxed with a copy of where you left them. In the secure car park in town. I made a note of Reg number colour and make. I gave it to my new PD. That was when you were caught cheating on me. In the same drawer was a notebook.

In it were first and second names with a number followed by a star. And some names with only the first name one-night stands, I think. I looked for my name. I was glad my name was not there.

I copied your notebook, and I handed a copy to my PD. I wanted him to find them, so I could look at them in turn. I went to their places of work; some were the same build as myself. One or two were a bit better looking than me, and some were fit and muscular. My PD also found out who they were married to with addresses.

I sat down and wrote a letter to each of their wives. With our home address and number with my business address and number, they would not think it was a crank letter. I wanted to tell their wives what I thought was going on and still might be. The rest would be up to them. I made a file of your notebook, and it will be on the internet for all to see. A friend of mine who you don't like will do it for me. So, anyone reading it will know it is true.

My PD lets you ride the buses, take the train and double back to you in one of your cars. He sat and waited. He fitted trackers to your cars; he had no intention of losing you this time. He had no idea where you were going until you got to the hotel. When you left, he found out you use the same room every week.