“And her first boyfriend found out. He had to quit school and leave town because he was so ashamed to lose face.”
Tears ran down Tony’s face. He held his mouth trying not to utter a sound as he feared he was going to cry out loud. He was having pains, as if a spear had gone through his body.
“Piece of advice, do like me, don’t fuck your wife these next two days.”
“Of course not, I’ll keep all my juice for this coming Wednesday at Bill’s place. Hope that this party will be better than last time.”
“It will be, the bitch always surprises us.”
“And she’s going for lunch with her hubby with our cum in all her holes.”
Both laughed as they left.
Tony sat down holding his head. His mind went back to his school days. His life unfurled in front of him. He never knew. He was indeed blind, he had never caught on to the smallest of details. All that overtime. Employees’ meeting at Bill’s place. He was always sleeping when she got home. On various occasions, she would refuse to have sex, pretending to have a migraine or being tired from all of that overtime.
Tony suddenly felt something coming up from his stomach. He turned around and puked.
When he reached the lobby, Anne was waiting for him. “Are you ok, darling?”
“I just got some stomach upset,” he replied.
“Should we cancel the lunch?”
“Of course not,” he tried to smile.
“Are you sure? Your face looks strange.”
“I’m ok, I don’t want to miss this lunch with my lovely wife.”
In the restaurant, he barely ate. Anne was doing all the talking. She explained, how, after hard work and tremendous negotiations the team succeeded in bringing in a new client with a huge contract.
“I married a bitch, a number one slut!” Tony’s mind was elsewhere.
“Darling, are you listening?”
“Hmm yes, a huge contract.”
“No, you were not listening!”
“Sorry, when you mentioned contract, it reminded me about one that I will need to work on. What were you saying?”
“This coming Wednesday I’ll be working late. We will need to go through the contract again to see what changes the client would like to bring.”
“I thought the contract was already finalized and signed.”
“Yes, but the client has said that his team will go through it again and bring some changes if need be.”
“Which means that if there are no changes, you won’t be working late?”
“That’s it.” Anne sipped her wine looking away from Tony, avoiding any eye contact.
“This bitch is taking me for an asshole,” Tony thought, gritting his teeth.
Tony drove Anne back to work and sped away to his office. He stopped the car in the underground parking and burst into tears. “Oh God, why? Why me?” he cried.
After 10 minutes, he walked into his office. Before his secretary, Julia, opened her mouth, “I know I look awful,” he told her. “Indigestion! No phone calls please. Take messages and I’ll answer them when I feel better.”
Once at his desk, he surfed the internet on divorce cases. He didn’t want to go for irreconcilable differences where he would have to share everything 50/50. The house belonged to him, he paid the mortgage himself, he even paid Anne’s student loans. He worked hard for his business. It would be unfair. He wanted all of them to suffer, to be broken, to regret their decisions till their death.