An old saying says, "If you don't get the girl you love, love the girl you get." Exactly what I did for fourteen years ago. I was engaged to my dream girl Lottie and looking forward to marry her when she told me that the travel agency where she worked had offered her 6 months job as their guide in Natal, Brazil. Before we met she had been a their guide for one year at Madeira and it was just because her skills in the Portuguese language she had got the offer, which she accepted. I understood that she would never want to be an average wife in a Scandinavian county capital after her stay there and therefore we both, after some serious talk, found out that the best for us was to split up. I thanked her for the time we had spent together and wished her good luck for the future. She found her good luck very soon, because after only a month there she had met and fell in love with a Brazilian airline pilot and when her six months contract was over they married.
Soon after she had left I met Ann-Catherine who did her best to comfort me? In fact she did it so well that she got pregnant, swore that I was only possible father, told me that abortion was out of question and begged me to marry her. A-C was a typical "girl next door" and as my love for her increases every day, we married. Six months after the wedding we got a nice boy and after further eighteen months we even had a girl. I worked at a construction company where my boss suggested me to go for evening classes, which I did. Thanks to my connections via the construction company we could afford to build a nice house in a popular area. When the girl was three years old we succeed to get the children to the nearby daycare and A-C got a job at an insurance company.
Now at the age of thirty-nine and thanks to my evening classed I had been promoted to boss for a construction team and did rather good money. The kids were fourteen and twelve and did well in the school. A-C was thirty-seven and still very good-looking. She had recently been promoted to department head manager at the insurance company. Other people regarded us as a happy family, which we, without any doubt, had been during fourteen years.
Then shit hit the fan after her promotion to department head manager some weeks ago. It was an important event for her but the quite opposite for me. I was not even invited to the promotion party. I knew that spouses were always invited to those promotion parties and had been curious about why I wasn't but had accepted her explanation that nowadays it was only a small internal matter and no other spouses should be there. The party had not been the boring dinner she told me, far from that because she came home at six o'clock in the morning very tipsy with her hair and make up in total mess. Obviously even well fucked.
Of course, she denied all accusations of cheating but the party meant a big change in our marriage, unfortunately not for the better at least not for our children or me. She began have less time for the family and treat me as some kind of janitor who's duty was to take good care of our house and our cars. Of course, she got a nice increase in her salary but her private expenses increased even more so I couldn't mention any advantages at all for the family. Even our sex life decreased from average three times a week to nothing at all. The first three weeks I accepted her explanation that she had so much to do that she got too tired to do something in the bed. Then I felt disgusted by the thought that she obviously still had an affair with some of the top cocks at her work and therefore treated me as some leftover crap. When she, after three weeks, understood that no marriage can survive a non-existing sex life and began her limited attempts to do something for cure that it was my turn to "be too tired" at bedtime.
At my job we had just finished an important project and I had got office job for a while for clearing up papers from the last job and planning for the next very big and important project. During a lunch at one downtown restaurant I met one of A-C's best friends from her work who told me that it was pity that I was sick and couldn't attend to the pleasant party for A-C's promotion but for her good luck one of the other head manager's wife was away on holiday with her parents, so he had been her escort during the evening. When I asked her if other spouses had been there she told me that as far as she knew I and the managers wife were the only absent spouses.
I replied, "Sick? I wasn't even invited to the damn party. What in the hell really happened there?" She understood that she had told me too much and refused to say anything further.
Two weeks later I went to action. Our insurance for the house and belongings for the family which we, of course had at A-C's work, was in my name and had to be renewed. I phoned two other companies and accepted the best deal. Then I phoned A-C's company and cancelled my insurance. When the girl at their customer service put in all my data in her computer she sounded surprised and asked me, "Excuse me, but isn't your wife working as head manager in this building?"
"Yes she is, and it is therefore want to skip all connections with your company."
"May I ask you why?"
This question was exactly what I wanted to hear because the right answer would start a gossip around the company. Such gossip works usually as the old saying says, "It begins with a feather and grows to a hen."
Therefore I told her, "Because your company is treating me as crap. You must know that I wasn't invited to my wife's promotion party. And guess what your top assholes did to her during the night. And now I've got and better deal for my insurance with one of your competitors. Thank you my dear Miss and have a nice day."
To my great surprise somebody who called himself for "Nick" and introduced himself as "Manager for Favored Customers" called me at the job within an hour and told me that somebody must made a terrible mistake and of course he should do everything to compensate me for their mistake and asked me what I wanted?
Canceling such rather small insurance can hardly be regarded as losing a "Favored Customer" so I understood that the gossip was around and this jerk must been involved. No reason to raise hell for not been invited to their party, it's up to them who they want to invite, but I was sure that A-C had been fucked by one or several of their top men during the night and therefore I decided to have some fun with this "Nick" and replied, "What mistake?"
"Some stupid secretary forgot to mail your invitation to the promotion party"
"Ann-Catherine must be totally mad if she didn't understood that something was wrong if her husband was the only spouse who wasn't invited to her promotion party. Who can trust a company with a such idiot in a top position?"
"Not kind to call your wife an idiot, I'm sure she will explain everything when you get home tonight. Please tell me what you want in compensation?"
"Compensation for what? For you assholes tricked and fucked my wife as a company whore? Such a pretty hooker is worth a fair price, isn't she? No hard feelings my friend, a new Mercedes 300 and my humiliation is forgotten, at least for that matter."
He burst in laugh, "A good joke, indeed. I'll give you 25% on your house and home insurance for the next year. A fair deal, isn't it?"
"Asshole, I'll get you fired. Everybody at your damn company seems to be totally mad." I said and hang on.
A-C was waiting for me when I came home. She was red as a tomato in her face and began shouting as soon I've got inside the front door, "What the hell do you mean by calling my job and acting as a lunatic?"
"Lunatic? I did fair business and saved good amount for the family for the next year."
"Why in the hell did you humiliate me at my job?"
For the first time in our marriage I got angry with her and shouted, "Why in the hell did you humiliate me at your damn party fucking around as a cheap company whore? I know that I was the only absent spouse and it was you and your 'pimps' who didn't want me to be there so you could pay for your promotion with your pussy. If whoring with some company top assholes is a part of your new job, be sure that the price will be your marriage. I hope you'll find it worth that."
I had never before shouted to her and treated her in this way so she got a shock and run to the bedroom where she began to cry loudly. The first serious arguing in our marriage had got a "time out" but was not over.
I found her cell phone in the battery charger in the kitchen and knew that she didn't come out from the bedroom for a while. I investigated the phone and found some text messages. Most of them from a "Nick" who obviously was the same asshole who had rang me earlier. He was in love with her and a copy of her last reply showed that he was making good progress in his efforts. He called their "magic-night" for the best night in his life and had even sent her several poems of "Mumbo-Jumbo" quality. Neighter of them mentioned fucking in plain words. I even noted Nick's phone numbers so I could get further info about him.
Now I wanted to know more so I searched for her purse, found it and took her calendar in which I found a lot of interest. The dates when she been out on her "girl-nights" with her new co-workers was marked as "N at El Grotto" and she had spent three Friday afternoons at "Scandic Motel". I noted that her future planning was "Scandic Motel" the next Friday and the romantic Spanish restaurant "El Grotto" Wednesday evening the week after. Only one thing for me to do, begin the final countdown of my marriage but how?