REVENGE ***A short story***##COPIED

Revenge!!! Episode 2

The next day I went to see my best
friend and
lawyer. I asked him about divorces and how
they affected finances and assets. He walked
me through matrimonial actions. Essentially, if I
divorced her, my wife would get as much as half
to keep her in the lifestyle to which she had
become accustomed while married to me. Utter
bollocks. He asked if everything was ok, I told
him it was research for a new book. The
protagonist was in a messy divorce and needed
to figure out a legal way to leave his wife with
nothing. He was intrigued.
He called me the next day. He’d found a way. It
was complicated but it could work. The rules
only apply to property or funds acquired during
marriage. If the protagonist found a way to
transfer it all to some trusted third party before
the proceedings begun then there would be
nothing for the Court to give her. He could
always get it back afterwards. I mulled it around
in my head for almost a month. I called him and
told him what I came up with. He said I was a
bloody genius then made a few changes so it
would be perfectly legal. I asked him to draft a
sample for me and charge me for the work. He
didn’t want to till I pointed out that the book
might make millions. What are friends for?
By now, our circle of friends was abuzz with the
news that a new novel was in the works. Our
circle of friends which included my wife’s lover
and his wife who fortunately for me was a die-
hard fan. Whenever we were at an event
together, she would ask how the book was
coming along, at first I would hedge and refuse
to divulge any information then I began to feed
her tidbits. Enough to make her look forward to
our next meeting.
Six months after I caught my wife shagging her
best friend, I bought my wife the new iPhone. It
was customary. A new phone here, a new car
there, diamonds and pearls every other month.
This was different. I had installed Google
Latitude on the device and connected it to mine
before handing it to her. I now knew everywhere
the phone went and she was like a teenager with
her phone, she never put it down.
For the next few months, I watched my wife
diligently, electronically. Every Wednesday, she
spent the afternoon at her lover’s house.
Convenient. He ran a small web design firm out
of his home. His wife was the money in the
family. Some of the time, late on Fridays, she’d
drive into odd addresses on the outskirts of
Abuja, Bwari and Zuba predominantly. I had
them checked out, Hotels.
The first time I left for the weekend, she stayed
home. I told her my story was based in Lagos
and I needed to be in the metropolis for
inspiration. She tried to talk me out of it but
drove me to the airport. I waited 15mins after
passing airport security then got a Taxi to take
me to Sheraton in Wuse. Her phone was in the
house all weekend but he could have come over
for all I knew. The business class ticket had
cost me N30,000, the first of many.
I started to ‘visit Lagos’ every other week.
Sometimes I would actually go for a day and
take enough pictures for 2 or 3 and return to
Abuja. It wasn’t till the 7th weekend that I made
my move. I called her on Sunday morning. I
didn’t let her talk, she didn’t try. I told her I was
in a cab on my way home, I was sure she was in
church so I didn’t ask her to come pick me. I
had missed her loads. I was 2 houses away. His
black Honda Accord sped past in less than 5
minutes. …

Revenge! Final Episode

I had her skirt hiked up around her waist, her
panties, bra and shirt
flung to the far corners of
the room, as the head slipped past her lower lips
she clutched me. Hard. Harder even than when
she had climaxed earlier. I pulled back a bit and
repeated the partial entry. Her face was
contorted. She said her first words; ‘F--k Me’ I
didn’t. I could hear telltale sounds of fresh
lovemaking from the next room. I buried my lips
next to her ear.
‘What did you say?’ She repeated herself. I slid
an inch forward. Then out again. Who? I asked.
Who? When she said my name it sounded better
than I could have ever hoped. I slid all the way in
and said ‘Louder’. With each t----t her voice
rose and every time I pulled back, I repeated
myself. It had become a battle of sounds now,
they had gotten louder, and I knew they had
heard us, I was satisfied. As she came, she
gave an extra treat, she screamed my name and
surname this time, at the top of her lungs.
Instantly, the lovemaking in the next room
ceased, I smiled as she fell asleep with her head
on my chest. My wife called. I told her how
lonely it was in Lagos and sent a picture of
myself in an empty hotel room. There were no
sounds from the other room all night.
In the morning, the lover’s wife was distraught.
He didn’t deserve her. I had us packed and
ready to go then I sent my wife a message, I had
just landed and I was in a taxi on the way home
and that I hoped she had packed, the flight for
Ghana was scheduled to leave at noon. I listened
hard. When their door opened, I opened ours and
stepped out. He saw me first, and then his
wife. I could see all three of them go through
the emotions. Self-righteous rage, confusion and
then slowly, understanding.
He knew now that it was his wife who had
screamed my name and that we had heard them
as well. She knew now that I had lied to her and
slept with her best friend’s wife and that I had
caught her cheating. The lover’s wife only knew
that she had been unfaithful and that her
husband had been as well. His business trips
suddenly made sense.
The one thing none of them knew was that I was
not as shocked or outraged as they were. I
smiled and pulled the envelope with the divorce
papers out of my bag. I handed them to her and
walked out. When her lawyer tried to apply for
settlement, I told the Court I had nothing. I had
donated all our property to a Ghanaian charity.
All bank accounts had been cleared out leaving
barely enough to survive for 2 weeks. There was
nothing to be done, the property wasn’t mine
anymore.
When the divorce became final, I raised some
money from my friends and found the next flight
to Ghana. She was broke and so was her lover.
His wife had kicked him out. They could have
been broke together but even that was not on
the cards. It turned out he preferred his wife,
mine was just a good lay. She wouldn’t have
him back but he dumped my wife to show her he
had changed.
When I arrived at the office of the charity I had
set up for this purpose, I presented the second
document to its manager. He signed.
I was free and with all of my wealth, minus a
cheating wife and 10% of the net worth which
went to the Charity. My lawyer had said they
could only touch property acquired during our
marriage, I sold it all. He said funds in my name
would be subject, I gave it all away. When I got
it back the marriage had been dissolved, she was
not entitled. It was perfectly legal.
I know what you are thinking. I lied to my wife, I
stalked her, I involved another innocent woman,
led her on for months. Well, not exactly, I did
write the book. I documented the discovery, the
stalking, the plan and its execution. It hit the
shelves a week ago in all my distribution zones
and was an instant bestseller in all of them.
I didn’t stab my wife and her lover when I saw
them in my pool, that would have been foolish. I
waited over a year but I ruined their lives. I
bought myself a new home in Maitama, a few
cars as well, the success of the new book
covered my tracks.
My new home is large and luxurious, I had the
pool cemented over the day I moved in, on rough
nights I walk out onto my balcony and look at
the solid grey slab that used to be filled with
clear blue water and then I go back to bed and
sleep like a baby….

THE END