I want to first start by apologizing to MajorRewite. I asked for permission to do an ending to his story Office Wife https://www.literotica.com/s/office-wife. He informed me I did not ask him. He got upset and told me my story was boring and poorly written and to pull it, and I did.
It was my fault I asked the wrong author. As you know, many of these stories have the same name or are close to the same name.
MajorRewrite story was a very fascinating story. I enjoyed it but felt that Diego needed his say in the story.
His story inspired this one.
I have worked on it for about a year now to fix it. I have asked him three times now if I could send it to him and have him read it for his blessings. I never heard back.
My version is about a cheating wife. A willing Cuck. A RAAC with a whole lot of revenge in between.
Remember, I can't spell Grammar without spellcheck, and I have Typo-Glaucoma, So don't expect me to use it correctly.
Also, this is fiction. I can bend the truth.
Office Wife gets caught Chapter 8
Life Goes On.
"Hey, Grandma. Have you seen Dad?" asked Natalia with concern. "I got a call from Shannon today. She hasn't talked to Dad in weeks. She said he hadn't been at the restaurant either. And his business partners are getting nervous."
"No, Natalia. I haven't talked to Diego lately. Come to think of it. I haven't talked to him since the day we buried Carmen."
"Oh my God," gasped Natalia. "You don't think. I'll get Micah, and we'll go to Dad's house. Can you meet us there?"
"I am going in first, Natalia," Micah placed the key in the deadbolt and turned it slowly to the left. He pushed the door open and walked into the dark house. He reached over and flipped the light on, lighting up the living room.
Natalia gasped when she saw the carnage. Everything lay smashed throughout the living room. The walls had large holes from being hammered with a large object. The place reeked of stale booze and vomit.
There were shredded pictures of Carmen's and Diego's wedding spread throughout the rooms. Lamps were busted. And shattered drink glasses filled the fireplace along with broken booze bottles.
In the den, the mirror over the bar was shattered. The glass had fallen into what was left of all the drinking glasses.,
They looked over to see an aluminum baseball bat wedged into the 72inch tv screen with the picture of Carmen and Jake frozen in time, stuck in the doggy position.
Natalia slowly walked over to the TV and turned it off. She turned to Micah and buried her head into his broad chest, sobbing as the flashback of that dreaded night filled her consciousness again.
Micah slowly pulled away and walked to the kitchen to see dishes piled up and spoiled food sitting out on the counter.
The trash was lying around the overflowing trash can. Empty bottles lay on their sides on the kitchen island.
Caked-on spilled booze left a trail where it dripped off the counter's edge onto the floor.
They walked down the hallway toward the bedrooms. Portraits of a once loving family that hung on the walls were smashed and broken. Some pictures still barely hung on to the walls. Others lay scattered down the hallway.
Natalia stood behind Micah as he slowly opened the door to Carmen's old room. "Oh Daddy," came a sobbing cry as she saw her father lying naked on her mother's bed naked.
He was lying in his vomit and piss. He held an empty bottle of Jack in one hand, and "HER" pillow clutched against his body.
"Micah, you get him into the shower," barked Natalia. "I'll call Abuela Perez to ensure she is on her way. Then, I'll start the coffee."
"Come on, Dad. Let's get you into the shower," grunted Micah as he helped him to his feet.
Then, carefully laying him on the shower floor, Micah turned on the cold water and left him. He went back into the bedroom to open the windows to start airing the house out.
A soft knock on the bedroom door, "May I come in, Diego," said the woman's voice he recognized as his loving mother.
The door slowly creaked open as Diego's mother walked into the room to see him sitting on the edge of his bed with just a towel wrapped around his waist.
She walked over and faced he son and lifted his chin to look into his eyes as they filled with tears as he buried his head in her bosom.
He cried and sobbed, "I couldn't do it, Momma. I just couldn't do it. I couldn't forgive her soon enough. I killed her. I killed her, Momma. If I could have forgiven Carmen sooner, she would still be alive."
His mother pulled back away from him. She hauled off and slapped him across the face. She pursed her lips and spoke, "How dare you, Diego. How dare you think you are God.
"Only he decides when you live and die. So many women die every day from breast cancer, and their husbands never knew they had it to it was too late."
"Momma," sobbed Diego. "I destroyed her. I just couldn't get past what she did to me. I loved her. I despised her. I just couldn't get past my need for revenge.
"It was terrible what I did to her, Momma. I humiliated her in the worse possible way. But I just couldn't or wouldn't let her go. In the end, I loved her but couldn't live with her as her husband."
His mother smiled down at him. "I want you to know something you don't know, Diego. Her mother and I were as close as you get without being sisters.
"We discussed Carmen over the years. And how you two stayed together, we could never understand it. Her own mother didn't like her very much. And your sisters despised her.
"She acted superior to everyone in the family. No one could stand to be with her for more than five minutes.
Most of the drama between our two families was caused by her. We were surprised you didn't divorce her many years ago."
"But with that said, she had really changed over the past three years. She had become a different person.
Whatever you did, it seemed to work. Then, looking at Deigo, "I don't suppose you will ever tell me that you did. Would you?" she asked.
Diego shook his head as he looked at the floor in shame.
"We knew something was wrong right away when Natalia failed to show up when Carmen was around.
"What that woman was thinking, I'll never know. But we didn't want to embarrass you. None of us gave a shit about her feelings. So we all voted to let you handle your business, and we would go along with you."
"Whatever you did, she became pleasant to be around. We all liked the new Carmen at the end. After Natalia told us about Carmen and Jake, we didn't know what to do.
You couldn't believe the shock that we all went through. Both your sisters wanted to kick the shit out of her for what she put you and Natalia through. Her brothers couldn't believe you didn't beat the shit out of her yourself."
"I found it strange that you could be such a kind and caring person in the real world. But the second you stepped in that ring, you became deadly.
"You feared no man in that ring. But you weren't cruel or punishing. Instead, you did what you had to do to win and survive. And this is what you did with Carmen.
"You were in love with who she was and what she eventually became. Not the person in between, the woman that was selfish and narcissistic. That's why you're having trouble dealing with it."
"Mom, it's pretty pathic for a 55-year-old man crying into his mother's chest. Isn't it?" sighed Diego.
"Diego, I still see you as that 10-year-old little boy that cried the day he came in from school with a busted lip that a bully gave you. Do you remember what I told you?
"If you don't, I'll remind you. Don't you come home till you kick his ass. The next day you came home with two black eyes. But he never bothered you again. Nobody ever bothered you again after that."
His mom tenderly rubbed Diego's cheek. "You now have a busted lip. I want you to pull yourself together and go back out there and fight. Get your life back together and become the best you can be.
"You still have many people that love you and need you. Natalia especially needs you. One day you will be the patriarch of this family. They'll need you to lead them through the good and the tough times."
She reached down and gripped his chin between her thumb and middle finger and pulled his face up towards hers. She bent over and gave him a motherly kiss on the lips and said, "I love you, Diego. Now get dressed and come on downstairs and let me get you something to eat."
When he finished dressing, he heard a light tap on his bedroom door, "Dad, can I come in?" asked Natalia in a whisper.
Her voice sounded like a sonic boom as his headache ripped thru his brain. "Not so loud, please. Come in," Diego replied with his hand up to his head.
"Dad do you think you might have killed your liver," chuckled Natalia.
"That and a lot of brain cells," smirked Diego.
"I want to talk to you about Mom," with sadness in her voice. "Do you remember when you left us together to talk?"
"Yea, I do," he replied, nodding his head.
Natalia sighed, "That was the most challenging conversation I've ever had. I loved her but hated her at the same time.
I just couldn't believe she could do that to us. I would have never in my life thought that was going on at her office."
"I told her I would forgive her, but I wasn't sure I could do it in my heart. So I guess we'll never know whether I could have pulled it off in the long run.
"And besides, Micah was right about what he said. We found each other, and I can't imagine it being any other way."
"He was also right about another thing. If things with Momma hadn't changed, we might have ended up divorced. I was taking all my frustration out on him and the kids. But, deep down within me, I know I did the right thing.
"I know she was happy at the end." But then, Natalia started crying in her dad's arms.
Diego asked, "How did you end up spilling the beans to the grandparents?"
"Oh, that those women are vicious. They pulled out my toenails, waterboarded me, used a branding iron, and finally staked me out on a fire ant hill for two days before I broke.
Diego was laughing and crying, holding his head. "Stop it. Quit making me laugh. It hurts. Really, what happened?"
"It was the most agonizing thing you can imagine. They gave me the 'MOM LOOK.'"
"Oh no," laughed Diego, "Not that! It needs to be banned by the Geneva Convention. Tell me how many hours before you broke."
