British English language and spelling. In some stories the processes or facts may be incorrect, it's only a story and in my world that's how it happened. This story was inspired by A Promise Made, a vow broken by Hooked1957. A warning to those who steal stories to use on YouTube channels, I am watching and will hit you with a copyright claim.
Was It Worth It?
She underestimated her husband.
My Dad Derek Barron had spent his life building up a haulage business. I always knew that as an only child I would take over the business when he retired. When I was twenty four I met Donna Miller at a party, I asked for a date and she agreed. Donna was a strikingly beautiful woman, her long brunette hair fell past her shoulders. Her 36D bust, slim waist and hips drew looks from men and women alike. We dated for a year before I asked her to marry me.
My parents loved Donna as if she was their own daughter, luckily her parents felt the same way about me. Her father Alan always wanted a son, after two girls his wife, Josie, said no more. Donna's sister Kerry went to live in Australia several years ago. My Dad sat us down one evening for a talk before we married.
"I know you two love each other but I have a condition." We both looked and nodded our heads. "I am not saying that the marriage won't last or that Donna is a gold digger, far from it actually. But I want to protect the business I spent my life building up, to that end I am going to insist that Donna signs a prenuptial agreement. God forbid should you divorce the company will not be part of the divorce settlement, equally the company owns the house you live in, so that is covered as well. Does this sound agreeable to you both? Take some time to think about it. If Donna doesn't want to sign the agreement, I will sell the business and retire."
Donna said she would sign the agreement. "I love Rob, material possessions do not concern me." Three days later Donna visited my dad's lawyer and signed the agreement, after that it was never mentioned again.
Six months after we married Donna fell pregnant, sadly our joy was short lived. My parents were killed in an accident whilst on holiday. Running the business on my own and having a pregnant wife was tough, Donna had a tough pregnancy.
Our son Tommy was born seven months after we buried my parents. Thankfully my father employed some very good people, with their help I eventually got to grips with running the business on my own. Eleven months later she gave birth to Lucy. I was considering a vasectomy, but Donna beat me to it. Lucy was delivered by caesarean section. Donna asked the doctor to tie her tubes at the same time. I took some time off from work to help out at home until Donna recovered from the surgery.
With the business doing well we had a good home life, as the kids grew up we spent time with them at the weekend. Many times I thought I had the perfect life, a loving wife, two great kids and a decent income. We were not millionaires but we did okay.
Tommy was eleven when Donna told me she wanted to return to work. We didn't need the money so much, it was more to keep her occupied.
We discussed it and I agreed so long as her job didn't get in the way of our family, that meant no overtime or weekend working. Donna was in agreement with me, she started looking for a job.
Donna found a job fairly quickly. She worked in the office of J.E.M Enterprises. J.E.M stood for Joshua Ethan Moorcroft. The company specialised in shipping fine arts and antiques, there were about twelve employees. Donna settled in and took to the job very quickly, I cheekily asked if my haulage business had any chance of getting some work.
"Probably not Rob, most of our clients arrange their own transport. The only time we transport anything is when we initially collect the goods, after that we package it and load it onto vans or trucks.
The following year Donna said that Joshua was hosting BBQ for staff and families, the kids were looking forward to going. The day of the BBQ was a hot summer's day. We sat with another couple Liz and Tony. Liz worked alongside Donna. I looked around to keep an eye on the kids, I noticed Joshua was chatting and laughing with a few women, I commented on it.
"Oh he's always like that." Liz replied. "He chats and jokes with all of his staff." Tony pulled a face, it was a look that said he didn't agree with Liz's answer. I didn't make anything of it, I did keep my eye on him when he talked to Donna. I trusted Donna, Joshua I wasn't so sure about. My feelings about him were confirmed when Donna introduced us. Joshua was a big guy and I suppose some would say handsome, it was the look he gave me when we shook hands, it unnerved me a little. Tony didn't seem too happy to see him.
As nothing untoward happened I relaxed and enjoyed the party. I usually held a Christmas party for my staff. We would book out a local restaurant and lay on cabs on for everyone, this was something my Dad started and I continued with it.
One evening Donna informed me that Joshua was hosting a party for his staff at his house, from what she said it was a large country house.
"If we go I won't drink, one of us has to be sober to drive us home."
"That's not a problem, everyone is invited to stay over for the night." Donna replied.
"That's generous of him, will we be in the same room as the kids?"
"No. The kids will be with my parents, this party is for the adults." I looked at Donna, she knew I wasn't keen on the idea. "Please Rob, it's just one weekend."
I agreed to go more to keep the peace, not being keen on Joshua, I wasn't looking forward to it. Donna on the other hand was excited about the whole thing.
We dropped the kids off at Donna's parents then set off for Joshua's house, we agreed to collect the kids early on Sunday afternoon. Donna was impressed with the house the moment she saw it, me not so much. I couldn't understand why a single man lived in a house with so many rooms, I guess it was a status thing with him. He seemed big on material possessions.
We sat around on the patio talking, it was clear that some of the staff were not there. I didn't say anything to Donna, I noticed Liz and Tony were absent. Joshua showed Donna and two others around the house, when that was over he seemed to monopolise Donna's time, so much so that I barely saw her. I was in the kitchen getting a drink when she approached me.
"Rob, I need to talk to you."
I turned and looked at her. "Okay, what's on your mind?"
Donna wrung her hands and shuffled her feet. "Joshua has asked me to spend the night with him, I have agreed. Tonight I will be his, after that I will be yours forever." She smiled at me.
"Like hell you will. If you think you are sleeping with him you can forget it." I tipped my drink away. "I'll get our bags and we can go home."
"It's too late, Rob. I told Joshua I would spend the night with him." She turned and walked out of the room. I went to follow and two guys who worked for Joshua stood in the doorway.
"Step aside please." I asked. They both shook their heads. The older of the two, Roy spoke to me.
"Take it easy and calm down. It's just one night, after that he will never bother your wife again."
"He's not getting one night, now please get out of my way." They stood blocking the doorway, I looked over to see Donna and shithead, as I now referred to him. She looked back, smiled at me and followed him upstairs.
The guys moved aside once they were upstairs, one of the women stood in front of me.
"Let it go Rob, it's just one night. He does it with all of his female staff." She placed her hand on my arm.
"Is that why Liz and Tony are not here?" I asked, she just nodded.
"It's not worth starting trouble for one night, Donna loves you, this is some fun for her."
"I can't say I see the funny side of it." I stepped around the woman and headed for the stairs, the two guys from the doorway escorted me to my room. They almost speed marched me past the shithead's bedroom.
I collapsed on the bed and wondered what the hell was happening, I never thought Donna would do this to me. I was struggling to keep my temper under control, it had been years since I lost my temper. The last time I nearly got expelled from school. Some kids were bullying me because in their eyes I was a rich kid, I snapped and beat the shit out of one of them. He ended up with a broken nose and a lot of bruises. My Dad managed to get the school to keep me, that was after he read me the riot act for fighting.
I lay there and thought about kicking the door in and beating the crap out of shithead, that idea went to shit when one of the guys sat outside my door. I closed my eyes but sleep evaded me, I was furious with Donna for pulling a stunt like this. What made it worse was her cries of pleasure could be heard throughout the house, I pulled a pillow over my head to try and block it out.
I could see daylight through a gap in the curtains, I heard other people moving around. My keeper had disappeared from outside my door. Everyone except Donna and shithead were on the patio, the lady who spoke to me last night was sorting out breakfast. There was no sign of the two guys from last night, when I walked out most people looked at me and looked away.
Two men looked at me as if they knew how I felt. I put some food on a plate and sat on a lounger away from the others, minutes later Donna and shithead joined us. He looked pleased with himself, she had that just fucked look on her face. Donna put some food on a plate and approached me, she sat on the lounger with her back to me.
"I have an idea for some entertainment today." Joshua said and looked around.
"We are going home, we have two kids to collect." I saw Donna's shoulders slump, obviously she thought we were staying. Not a fucking chance, my temper was at breaking point. I snapped when the shithead looked at me and smirked. I took my plate as if I was getting more food, at the last minute I tossed it in the swimming pool.
Before anyone could react I walked over to shithead and kicked him in the face, he fell off his seat onto the floor. "I'm going to kill you!" He spat at me. As he tried to get up, I hit him with a couple of hard right handed punches, he reeled backwards.
I followed him and went to kick the twat in the nuts, I missed and my foot hit him in the guts. I watched as he went back through a plate glass window, he stopped when he fell over a small table. I grabbed him and pushed him towards a solid looking wooden dresser, his foot caught another table. The table survived, the Tiffany table lamp hit the floor and shattered.
I got several more punches in as he went up against the wall. I took a picture off the wall and smashed it over his head, the canvas ripped and the frame pinned his arms by his sides. Another right hook and he slumped to the floor, using all the force I could muster I kicked him in the nuts, he vomited and passed out. I turned and stormed off upstairs, I grabbed our bags from the room and headed back downstairs, nobody had moved. Shithead was stirring as I walked down the stairs, I bent down and spoke to him.
The glass crunched beneath my feet as I walked outside, everyone had a look of shock on their face. I put the bags in the back of the car, turning quickly I walked towards Donna. I snatched her plate and tossed it in the pool, grabbing her arm and I almost dragged her to the car. I opened the door and shoved her inside, I looked back at the others who were still watching in silence. I fired up the car, threw it into drive and screeched away.
"What the hell?" Donna asked.
"Shut up, just shut the fuck up and say nothing." I switched the radio on and turned up the volume, Donna reached over to turn it down. "Leave it!" I yelled as I slapped her hand out of the way.
Donna looked at me and stayed quiet, this was a side of me she had never seen before. The drive home was quiet, apart from the radio. I pulled up sharply outside our house. "Get out!" I ordered her.
Donna walked up the path, I passed her and opened the door practically shoving her inside.
"Christ Rob. What the hell got into you?"
"What got into me, what got into me? How dare you ask. I'll tell you what got into me, you and that fucking arsehole spending the night together, that's what got into me. The final straw was when he smirked at me over breakfast, no way was he making me look any bigger a cunt than he already had."
