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Ambition Fucks Fidelity. However...O Fortuna!
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Authors Note:
This short story is based upon another story, by another contributor to Literotica that I had read a couple of years ago.
I did not like the original ending and eventually over many months, off and on, wrote my own ending.
Unfortunately I misplaced the original story and the name of the rightful owner. If anyone recognizes prior ownership, please inform me and I will pull this version to re-post with proper accreditation.
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...My heart is heavy with grief. While I looked up from my hospital bed at the woman I had loved so much. And who had betrayed me so grievously, so egregiously. Without hesitation or pity or conscience...
...That was when I decided that this would be the optimum time to strike at her and her lover and her father and all the people who had stood by and allowed me to be humiliated as a cuckold. To be physically brutalized and who enjoyed my despair as I was cheated out of all my hopes and dreams...
...She is so beautiful. What was that movie title? Oh yes. "Pretty Poison". She looks down on me with that pouty smile, in full knowledge of how much I have loved her...
She may even be slightly amused at how she maneuvered me to my destruction. Though I suspect her ego would not allow, what shriveled little shred of conscience she may have left, to intrude upon her glorious self-image. She is the epitome of the ultra-narcissism of the onepercenters.
"I will sign these forms and divorce papers but first, I owe you, in what is left of my stupid blind loyalty to you, my wife. That oath we swore. Which you have so contemptuously spurned! An explanation as to why. So please bear with me, dear wife."
She frowned momentarily, than an exasperated murmur and a uncaring shrug of her shoulders. Too encourage me to get to the point and stop wasting her valuable time.
...I knew that this would be my only opportunity to explain,to cause the maximum possible damage and distrust among my self-appointed enemies...
...So I hurried on. That this tragedy shall run it's course as I desire to steer it...
"I understand, My Dearest Better Half. That you have no feelings left for me but contempt You are so typical of the ruling caste in your disdain of intellectuals and scholars. But please hear me out. What I am going to tell you will assist your plans and perhaps even save your life."
Finally, she snapped. "Stop wasting my time? Let us end this failure of a marriage and let us get on with our new lives."
"Patience sweetheart, patience. We have all the rest of 'our' new lives for the torrent of tears of regret yet to come."
She stamped her foot in frustration but was smart enough not to interrupt me, wasting even more time.
"I can see your plot to marry the Lothario who seduced you and with your family's money and influence buy him that Senate seat he is lusting for. By then I will be through most of my physical therapy.
That will be when your father's agents will grab me and put the gun in my hand used to assassinate the pristine Senator. I then of course, will die 'resisting arrest'."
"You, as the grieving widow, dabbing at your crocodile tears, will be appointed by acclamation to replace him as Senator. From there, I figure your ambitions will be the Presidency?"
"Ahh, I see from the disconcerted look on your face, I'm pretty close to the truth. Don't worry my dearest ex-soulmate, I will not try to stop those events or interfere with your march to Imperium."
"If you were not such a narcissistic sociopath you would wonder why. Now here is the important warning. If Mr. Wonderful figures out your true intentions, he will have you killed."
A puzzled look of disbelief swept across her lovely face. Convinced that her beauty and status would dissuade anyone from harming her.
"When two things happen, you will know that Mr. Wonderful has figured out your plot to supplant him. First, I will die prematurely, probably in this very hospital bed and be immediately cremated to prevent an autopsy.
All he has to do is find one Doctor in here who is drowning in debt from their student loans and personal debts and desperate enough to commit murder. An air bubble in one of the tubes, a mistaken drug, perhaps make it look like suicide. Whatever can be blamed on a careless nurse as the scapegoat."
A brooding look on her face as she gently ran a finger up and down the tubes plugged into my arm.
"That will be the first warning sign that he is on to you. The second will be when you inspect your birth control pills or whichever method you are using. Maybe fake pills from the helpful Doctor.? Mr. Wonderful cannot simply beat you to death as you so richly deserve. No, he needs to keep your family on his side, to bolster his political clout as a Senator. Until he can build his own power-base."
...From the change in expression it was obvious that my suggestions were unforeseen for all her cunning. Now she needed to consider alternatives and counter-measures...
"For his ambitions may not be as grandiose as yours? However, he is used to acting ruthlessly and he has shown that he is willing to engage in whatever questionable activity will deliver him, his desires."
...My battered body, swaddled in this hospital bed, was ample proof of that conclusion...
"By getting you pregnant he slows down your plans to kill him and take over his office. You will be able to understand my prediction, when you check the calendar and discover you will be due to give birth a few weeks before his election."
...I do not think I had ever noticed before...blinded by love, I would presume? Her lovely face, when she is brooding through a problem. Her beauty takes on a menacing shift as the predator lurking below, briefly surfaces...
"Remember that convenient Doctor? You will die in child birth and Mr. Wonderful becomes the grieving widower with a motherless baby to display to the morons who believe Fox News is actual news. He will be a shoo in and his opponents will go crazy trying to avoid looking unsympathetic to his own crocodile tears."
She started to protest, the Ailes are close friends of her father. Her face got a little red choking back her retort. I gave her a moment but she just waved a hand impatiently for me to wrap up my explanations.
"Do you understand now? That if my predictions come true, you must have a backup plan available. I would suggest that when you get close to the estimated birth time, you have yourself admitted into a distant hospital, somewhere unexpected. Claiming you need bed-rest and specialized medical monitoring and care due to possible complications."
Again, she began to consider possible options. I gave my voice the opportunity to rest a moment while she was deep in thought.
"Even if he can no longer conveniently kill you during child birth, he can still use his supposed concern for his 'Beloved Wife" and the baby to pretend he is distracted from the election."
"He'll still pickup enough gullible votes to win. Since dead, I will not be available to be blamed for the assassination of your fiance. Early the following year is when you must carry through on a new plan, a 'Plan B' for his death, an 'accident' or 'unknown medical condition'.
