If you enjoyed this in its original version then this is probably not worth your time. If you were one of those who commented that it need a proper conclusion then this is specially for you. I have even put some of the boring computer stuff back in.
This was originally intended as one of the many sequels to Kalimaxos' story 'Just Once If You Don't Mind' which I would encourage you to read. Go to his author page to find it and read some of his other stories while you are there. Then follow up on some of the sequels as most of them are really good.
This was the first story I tried to write but the second one to get published. When I started the dialogue it took on a life of its own, veered too far from the original and became too long and technical. Rather than scrap the whole thing and lose all the work I had done I chopped it back drastically to make it a quick read. I thought I had made what would happen fairly obvious but as the largest number of comments were for me to go back and finish the story I was obviously wrong. New at this lark and still learning.
So here it is. Because the original story was so short I have repeated it here. If you remember it well enough just skip to the end -- nothing in the original has changed other than correcting the odd spelink mistake. The new parts are in a similar précis style to the original in order to keep it short!
Revenge #3 is almost complete. That one even has sex in it!
Revenge: Served Hot
Hello my (soon to be ex-) wife,
Congratulations -- you have been served!
Sorry it took so long. Well, sorry for me not for you; but I have been waiting for a number of things to happen and one special trigger event. That has now happened and I immediately notified my lawyer. There would also have been a slight delay while they arranged to serve you at work at the moment of maximum embarrassment for you.
How did they know when that would be? Somebody at your firm who you think of as a friend told them.
Ouch! That must hurt. That person actually hates you. The icing on the cake is I am not going to tell you who they are.
When you were served you were also handed an envelope with your name on it in my handwriting. You were probably expecting a letter. Instead you only got a web link to an online mailbox (which looks like it has never contained an email) and where you have to log on to the drafts folder to read an attachment to a draft message? No, this looks weirder than you would have expected, even from a computer nerd like me.
There is a reason for this.
You know, I always loved that bit at the start of "Mission Impossible" where they talk about the message self-destructing and then it goes up in a puff of smoke. How cool is that? Well this document also contains admissions that you could use against me so it is going to be destroyed thirty minutes after you have opened it. Nothing as dramatic as a puff of smoke, unfortunately. Just a small program you will have triggered and a text to me so that I can check the message has gone and I can wipe the site.
You may think that you can copy or forward this mail to yourself but I am not stupid enough to allow that. Although this sits in the draft folder of a mail account it is not actually 'a document' so you can't send it, save it or even copy and paste any of the contents. If you had the time you might be able to get another computer geek to work out what to do but this will not be around long enough for that. Thirty minutes is all that you will get so read quickly!
I think it only fair after all our years of marriage to warn you about what is going to happen next.
No -- I am lying! Fairness does not come in to it. I want you to read this and really worry about what is to come. Believe me when I say it is going to wipe that self-satisfied smirk off your face. I only wish I could be there to see it, but please feel free to imagine me, miles away, laughing my head off for the rest of the day and having the occasional chuckle in the future every time I think of you reading this.
You may think you can just skip to the end to see what I have got planned. So let me make a brief diversion in order to drag things out. This will take up some of the thirty minutes but you can't afford to skip over it because I may have deliberately put a clue in there as to what is going to happen to the two of you. Would I be that nasty? You bet I would.
Can you imagine how I felt when you started coming home late, unchanged and unshowered in your wrinkled clothes and smelling of sex? Or how it was even worse when you came home on time, got dressed in your slut clothes and went out, sometimes not coming back until the next morning? How you taunted me that Dave has a bigger cock and he was now the only man who satisfied you?
You must have started feeling safe when I did nothing about it. You must have thought I was beaten and would accept my fate as a husband with a slut wife. Did you really think I was just going to accept what the two of you were doing? After all this time did you really not know me?
Actually I had started planning my revenge about a month earlier, from which you should be able to work out that I first realised what was going on at your company party. I had grown suspicious when every time you talked about work you always brought up Dave's name. I got the impression from the way you talked about him you were more than colleagues. Then you asked me to set up a web site for him and when I said I didn't want to you nagged me and made my life hell until I agreed. Then, when I met him, I thought he was an arrogant, slimy shit. It turned out I was right.
Then at the party the two of you spent a lot of time huddled in the corner of the room with you giggling at everything he said and glancing back at me to check I was still sitting at the table with the other husbands. I wanted to go across and punch that grin off his face but knew that if I did that you would only defend him. After all, you were only talking to a colleague and I would become the villain of the piece. The mad, jealous husband who over-reacted to an innocent conversation. A man who could not bear to see his wife having a bit of innocent fun with someone she worked with.
The only time you came to my table was to ply me with drinks. I drink very little these days, but you probably forgot my telling you that I used to drink heavily when I was younger. That is if you were even listening to me in the first place. Because of those early drinking sessions I have a pretty high tolerance for alcohol. I also learned how to fight which would have been bad news for Dave.
Towards the end of the night I lost sight of you and then one of the women at the next table came back from the toilets and started telling them of somebody having wild and screaming sex in one of the cubicles. The rest of the table immediately knew who it was and kept looking across at me and trying to shush the other woman. She just said not to bother as you had got me too drunk to know what was going on. That made me wonder how long the affair had been going on as it seemed to be common knowledge.
Later you both helped me up to our hotel room and I continued to act as if I was on the point of passing out. Dave left and you sat there and waited a few minutes to check I was asleep and then you left. I knew where you were going. That was when I knew divorce was inevitable.
The main thing remaining in my life after dumping you would be my job. I love my work. It brings in a good income and some of my colleagues have become firm friends. The one drawback is that it relies on my high security clearance and I would automatically lose that after being convicted of a crime.
I really wanted to catch him by his car one dark night and teach him a life-changing lesson with a baseball bat but what the two of you were up to was too widely known and the police would immediately tag me as the main suspect. I only needed to make one mistake to lose my job, get myself a criminal record and probably a prison sentence.
So physical violence was out. Besides, I am not so sure I could do something that extreme. It is one thing to punch someone but things have a habit of escalating and it almost never ends with a single punch. I deal with the consequences of casual violence on a daily basis in my work and know that it very rarely ends up in the way that anyone expects.
So I had to think of another way.
