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Disclaimer.
All likeness to persons, institutions and companies in my stories are completely incidental. Actually: nothing in this story has any relation to reality.
Oh, and of course everything and everybody engaged in any sexual activity is 18 years or older.
Turning502019, was willing to edit this figment of my imagination. Many thanks Will for being so kind.
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After five years he thought he was finally and properly back on his feet.
Five years ago his ex-wife blindsided him by taking a lover for the weekend and in the ensuing divorce he was left impoverished and without means of income.
Still loving the woman, but not wanting to be confronted with her and her friends in the future, he left his country and just wanted to move somewhere where nobody knew who he was..
He did so as a second engineer at a container ship. He didn't care that he had more knowledge of the ship and its twin engines than his supervisor. He had found a job and, with that, the ability to disappear without leaving a trace for his ex to follow.
He was able to make this comeback because one of the first container ships he sailed on had an engine failure in the middle of the ocean. The shipping company had promised a generous award to the engineer who could solve the problem.
After twelve hours of frantic searching he found out why the engine malfunctioned and solved the problem before they needed assistance from an ocean going tug. That would have been a very expensive affair.
The award he received was enough to start all over again. The company, though, had other thoughts about him leaving. They offered him a contract as chief engineer for two years on one of their flagships. He took it.
He was paid very well and he had no expenses to speak of, so almost all of his money went into his 'offshore' bank account.
After fulfilling that contract he decided to make his hobby his profession. He fought his way up by designing bespoke ships. Ships for people who liked to sail in extremely heavy weather conditions, or ships with a very specific purpose in mind.
He was rather successful and soon had a reputation as an aimable man, a good listener and very good at interpreting his clients wishes.
Other than that, he just wanted to be left alone. By both his ex-wife and his family full of prejudices.
Just when he started to let his guard down he had to run again.
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He was enjoying a proper hamburger with all the trimmings and while he took a sip of his brew when he heard the voice from hell.
"William Alexander Moore, I finally found you. You and I need to have a serious conversation."
His ex-wife Sarah, standing before him, said it out loud for the whole restaurant to hear.
When she entered, Sarah Anderson was a little dazed. She hardly recognized the lone man sitting at a table eating a hamburger with fork and knife. It took her more than a few moments before that realization hit her that it was her ex-husband.
She noticed him because she thought it funny that the man ate a hamburger with a knife and fork. She took a good look at his face and the recognition shocked her.
Had he changed! His body, lean and wiry. He was sitting straight in his chair instead of slumping.
The face changed the most. She barely recognized it. His dark brown eyes were sunken into his skull. An angry scar ran from the side of his broken nose to his jaw and his skin looked like a tanned hide.
His callused hands were covered with the little burns and scars like a man doing heavy manual labor.
Will looked up from his plate. His face contorted with hate.
With his voice filled with venom he said, "Goddammit. You just ruined my appetite and no, we're divorced. I don't need and I don't want to talk to you ever again. So please do something useful like electrocuting yourself. I'm done with you."
He wanted to stand up and leave when he felt a hand on his shoulder pushing him back down and a rough voice admonished Will, "The lady wants to talk to you. You'd better sit and listen to what she has to say."
Will turned around and looked into the pockmarked face of a bodyguard of sorts. He replied, still with the same venom in his voice, "I want the lady to eat a bowl of rat poison but we can't always get what we want can we? Now if you want to keep the use of that hand, I suggest you let go of me."
Sarah, expecting a certain amount of animosity, was taken aback by the raw animosity her ex-husband radiated, and saw William trying to stand up while her driver was still holding him down.
She looked around to see whether there were many people watching when suddenly she heard a scream and a thud. She whipped her head around and saw her driver crumble to the floor holding his hand. From the angle of his wrist it was obvious that he wouldn't drive her for a while.
Will was already halfway through to the register to pay for his, now forgotten, meal when he heard Sarah call, "Now I know you're back, I will find you again and we will have that conversation."
"Shadie, eat shit and die!" And he walked away.
Hearing the nickname he gave her so long ago in one sentence with a deathwish had Sarah Anderson stunned again. She indeed did him a terrible injustice and tore his soul to shreds.
When she came to her senses he was nowhere to be found again.
Five years ago.
William had a good running transport company that filled the niche between the big 'movers' and the bicycle couriers. William's Transport, as it was unimaginatively called, provided extra services such as on-site packaging.
Before they married Will graduated cum laude as a marine engineer but there was that banking crisis going on. No work for him to be found for him in his niche. That's why he started his company. A few years later he had 50 men and women in his employ and a small fleet of trucks and vans.
They were both 26 when William announced that the house was paid for and now they could start to look to their future and become parents.
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Sarah's friends had been pushing her for months. Half a year ago she announced that in the near future she and Will wanted to start a family and ever since they were working on her to have at least one last splurge before she became a nun, uhm mum and now that moment came, she had given in.
That faithless Friday morning she came out of the bedroom with a small suitcase. William looked surprised and asked jokingly, "Are you going to leave me?"
Sarah replied blushing, "Only for the weekend."
"I'm confused, only for the weekend? Why didn't you tell me before? What are you planning to do for Pete's sake that you're confronting me with it at the last moment?"