Horror and Thriller Fiction posted March 7, 2010 |
Jared underestimates his wife.
Not Just A Trophy Wife
by Thesis
I should have killed you long ago, you womanizing bastard!
To think I wasted my time being the good little wife, bearing your four children and running your business while you were screwing anything you could, makes me want to throw up. What was I thinking? I kept telling myself; relax, Charlotte. He's a good provider, he has a good business, you live in a nice home, your daughters are all beautiful and healthy. I was living a lie. He was nothing, but...Bullshit!
Jared was fifteen years older than me. He treated me more like a sister than a wife, except of course, when he wanted sex. Then, for most of the time, he was very affectionate, but predatory. I could not refuse anything he wanted to do to me. If I resisted, I was subdued and taken the way he desired.
Hatred had been building up inside me for years. It came to a boiling point this morning when my oldest daughter, Cynthia, called me very distraught.
"Mom, I just called to see how you were doing."
"I'm fine, dear. Why, is something wrong?"
"I thought Dad was going to talk to you about last night."
"Last night? He was at some dinner with in New York with some business associates. Why should he be talking to me? Cynthia...is something wrong?"
"Mom, I can't believe it. I was at Positano last night for a wine tasting to celebrate my friend, Lena's birthday, when I saw a man who looked like Dad in a corner booth with some blonde, around my age."
"Are you sure it was him?"
"I wasn't, until I got the courage to walk up to his table and saw his hand up her skirt. They were laughing and carrying on. Her hand was in his lap and it was just horrible. I wanted to throw-up right there. I was so hurt and angry. I yelled: 'Daddy, you should be ashamed of yourself! How could you do this to us?' I caused such a scene; the blonde quickly exited the restaurant. I went on telling him what I thought of his behavior and gave him the opportunity to talk to you before I did."
"I can't believe this. How could that son-of-a-bitch, do this to me? I'm sure this is not the first time. He just got caught. I'm going to confront him about this. I want to see if he lies to my face, again. Thanks for telling me Cynthia. I'll see you this afternoon, honey."
"Mom, do you want me to come over to be with you when you speak with him?"
"No, this is something he and I have to work out. I'll be fine. But, thanks for asking dear. I'll see you later."
"Okay, mom. Good luck."
"Thanks."
Collecting my thoughts, I walked down to the study. Although it was only ten-thirty, I poured my self some brandy and sat on the large leather couch. My mind tried to make sense of all this. Was it my fault? Was I not a good wife? Did I drive him away? But, in every instance, I knew the truth. Jared was just a lying, womanizing, bastard. He didn't love me; he used me when it was convenient. I was the perfect trophy wife.
I was furious. The brandy burned gliding down my throat. At least, I knew I was capable of feeling. My hatred was brewing. I started to think of all the times he'd broken our plans, all the times he had to extend his business trips, and all the lies he had told me.
He was upstairs getting ready to go on another trip to Paris. I couldn't help but think of how many affairs he's had there over the years. Two trips a year for over twenty years, plus the hundreds of others he's gone on. I felt so used.
I made up my mind to confront him about his infidelity. Finishing my brandy in one long, painfully burning gulp, I placed the snifter on the desk and proceeded upstairs.
Jared was in his closet, putting on his tan sport coat when I walked in.
"Don't you look nice. Do you have everything for your trip, dear?"
"Yes, thank you, Allison."
"Did you pack your condoms, Jared? After all, I don't want you to be bringing home any diseases."
"Ooh, I suspect you've spoken to Cynthia this morning."
"Yes, she told me of your little fondling incident last night. I was shocked. You told me you were going to a business dinner, not a rendezvous."
"I can explain."
"This should be good. Go ahead, darling. Tell me another lie."
"Allison, I can't pretend anymore. I don't love you. I need to find someone younger, who makes me feel alive."
"Well, Jared. I must admit, I never thought you had the balls to tell the truth. I've suspected your dalliances and I've always known you were a predator. The way you used to tie me down to satisfy your little perversions should have told me that you couldn't stop. What I don't understand is why these women would want to go to bed with an old man like you."
"Allison, they'll do anything for money."
"Yes, I know people are motivated by it. In fact, our attorney is also. So much so, that he's moved everything we own into my name. The timing is perfect. It was all transferred two months ago, while you were banging that little Brazilian girl, or was she a guy, down in San Paolo. I've had you followed for the last six months. I know about all your dirty little secrets."
"Our lawyer always liked me, Jared. I convinced him to eliminate you from almost everything. Let's see how your little tramps will like you now. I've left you enough to get a twenty-dollar hooker once a week. I know you have needs."
"You can't do this. I started that company. Everything we have I made."
"Your daughters and I are very grateful for the nest egg. One more thing, you're moving out. I'll have all your bags shipped when you tell me your final landing place. I want you out of this house. Now!"
"We'll see about this, you little bitch. I'm going straight to our attorney to get this straightened out. We'll see about who moves out of this house."
Walking out of the bedroom to the hallway, Jared turned to me at the top of the stairs and said: "You were never any good in bed!"
I was seething. Without realizing what I was doing, I just reacted, running toward Jared and pushing him down the stairs. I hit him so hard that my momentum carried me down several stairs. I heard several cracks and thumps as he came to a halt on the landing.
I felt nothing as I watched him lying face down on his stomach. Before I wiped my hands as if to say good riddance, I looked at him and said: "I hope you enjoyed how well I screwed you this time, Jared."
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I should have killed you long ago, you womanizing bastard!
To think I wasted my time being the good little wife, bearing your four children and running your business while you were screwing anything you could, makes me want to throw up. What was I thinking? I kept telling myself; relax, Charlotte. He's a good provider, he has a good business, you live in a nice home, your daughters are all beautiful and healthy. I was living a lie. He was nothing, but...Bullshit!
Jared was fifteen years older than me. He treated me more like a sister than a wife, except of course, when he wanted sex. Then, for most of the time, he was very affectionate, but predatory. I could not refuse anything he wanted to do to me. If I resisted, I was subdued and taken the way he desired.
Hatred had been building up inside me for years. It came to a boiling point this morning when my oldest daughter, Cynthia, called me very distraught.
"Mom, I just called to see how you were doing."
"I'm fine, dear. Why, is something wrong?"
"I thought Dad was going to talk to you about last night."
"Last night? He was at some dinner with in New York with some business associates. Why should he be talking to me? Cynthia...is something wrong?"
"Mom, I can't believe it. I was at Positano last night for a wine tasting to celebrate my friend, Lena's birthday, when I saw a man who looked like Dad in a corner booth with some blonde, around my age."
"Are you sure it was him?"
"I wasn't, until I got the courage to walk up to his table and saw his hand up her skirt. They were laughing and carrying on. Her hand was in his lap and it was just horrible. I wanted to throw-up right there. I was so hurt and angry. I yelled: 'Daddy, you should be ashamed of yourself! How could you do this to us?' I caused such a scene; the blonde quickly exited the restaurant. I went on telling him what I thought of his behavior and gave him the opportunity to talk to you before I did."
"I can't believe this. How could that son-of-a-bitch, do this to me? I'm sure this is not the first time. He just got caught. I'm going to confront him about this. I want to see if he lies to my face, again. Thanks for telling me Cynthia. I'll see you this afternoon, honey."
"Mom, do you want me to come over to be with you when you speak with him?"
"No, this is something he and I have to work out. I'll be fine. But, thanks for asking dear. I'll see you later."
"Okay, mom. Good luck."
"Thanks."
Collecting my thoughts, I walked down to the study. Although it was only ten-thirty, I poured my self some brandy and sat on the large leather couch. My mind tried to make sense of all this. Was it my fault? Was I not a good wife? Did I drive him away? But, in every instance, I knew the truth. Jared was just a lying, womanizing, bastard. He didn't love me; he used me when it was convenient. I was the perfect trophy wife.
I was furious. The brandy burned gliding down my throat. At least, I knew I was capable of feeling. My hatred was brewing. I started to think of all the times he'd broken our plans, all the times he had to extend his business trips, and all the lies he had told me.
He was upstairs getting ready to go on another trip to Paris. I couldn't help but think of how many affairs he's had there over the years. Two trips a year for over twenty years, plus the hundreds of others he's gone on. I felt so used.
I made up my mind to confront him about his infidelity. Finishing my brandy in one long, painfully burning gulp, I placed the snifter on the desk and proceeded upstairs.
Jared was in his closet, putting on his tan sport coat when I walked in.
"Don't you look nice. Do you have everything for your trip, dear?"
"Yes, thank you, Allison."
"Did you pack your condoms, Jared? After all, I don't want you to be bringing home any diseases."
"Ooh, I suspect you've spoken to Cynthia this morning."
"Yes, she told me of your little fondling incident last night. I was shocked. You told me you were going to a business dinner, not a rendezvous."
"I can explain."
"This should be good. Go ahead, darling. Tell me another lie."
"Allison, I can't pretend anymore. I don't love you. I need to find someone younger, who makes me feel alive."
"Well, Jared. I must admit, I never thought you had the balls to tell the truth. I've suspected your dalliances and I've always known you were a predator. The way you used to tie me down to satisfy your little perversions should have told me that you couldn't stop. What I don't understand is why these women would want to go to bed with an old man like you."
"Allison, they'll do anything for money."
"Yes, I know people are motivated by it. In fact, our attorney is also. So much so, that he's moved everything we own into my name. The timing is perfect. It was all transferred two months ago, while you were banging that little Brazilian girl, or was she a guy, down in San Paolo. I've had you followed for the last six months. I know about all your dirty little secrets."
"Our lawyer always liked me, Jared. I convinced him to eliminate you from almost everything. Let's see how your little tramps will like you now. I've left you enough to get a twenty-dollar hooker once a week. I know you have needs."
"You can't do this. I started that company. Everything we have I made."
"Your daughters and I are very grateful for the nest egg. One more thing, you're moving out. I'll have all your bags shipped when you tell me your final landing place. I want you out of this house. Now!"
"We'll see about this, you little bitch. I'm going straight to our attorney to get this straightened out. We'll see about who moves out of this house."
Walking out of the bedroom to the hallway, Jared turned to me at the top of the stairs and said: "You were never any good in bed!"
I was seething. Without realizing what I was doing, I just reacted, running toward Jared and pushing him down the stairs. I hit him so hard that my momentum carried me down several stairs. I heard several cracks and thumps as he came to a halt on the landing.
I felt nothing as I watched him lying face down on his stomach. Before I wiped my hands as if to say good riddance, I looked at him and said: "I hope you enjoyed how well I screwed you this time, Jared."
To think I wasted my time being the good little wife, bearing your four children and running your business while you were screwing anything you could, makes me want to throw up. What was I thinking? I kept telling myself; relax, Charlotte. He's a good provider, he has a good business, you live in a nice home, your daughters are all beautiful and healthy. I was living a lie. He was nothing, but...Bullshit!
Jared was fifteen years older than me. He treated me more like a sister than a wife, except of course, when he wanted sex. Then, for most of the time, he was very affectionate, but predatory. I could not refuse anything he wanted to do to me. If I resisted, I was subdued and taken the way he desired.
Hatred had been building up inside me for years. It came to a boiling point this morning when my oldest daughter, Cynthia, called me very distraught.
"Mom, I just called to see how you were doing."
"I'm fine, dear. Why, is something wrong?"
"I thought Dad was going to talk to you about last night."
"Last night? He was at some dinner with in New York with some business associates. Why should he be talking to me? Cynthia...is something wrong?"
"Mom, I can't believe it. I was at Positano last night for a wine tasting to celebrate my friend, Lena's birthday, when I saw a man who looked like Dad in a corner booth with some blonde, around my age."
"Are you sure it was him?"
"I wasn't, until I got the courage to walk up to his table and saw his hand up her skirt. They were laughing and carrying on. Her hand was in his lap and it was just horrible. I wanted to throw-up right there. I was so hurt and angry. I yelled: 'Daddy, you should be ashamed of yourself! How could you do this to us?' I caused such a scene; the blonde quickly exited the restaurant. I went on telling him what I thought of his behavior and gave him the opportunity to talk to you before I did."
"I can't believe this. How could that son-of-a-bitch, do this to me? I'm sure this is not the first time. He just got caught. I'm going to confront him about this. I want to see if he lies to my face, again. Thanks for telling me Cynthia. I'll see you this afternoon, honey."
"Mom, do you want me to come over to be with you when you speak with him?"
"No, this is something he and I have to work out. I'll be fine. But, thanks for asking dear. I'll see you later."
"Okay, mom. Good luck."
"Thanks."
Collecting my thoughts, I walked down to the study. Although it was only ten-thirty, I poured my self some brandy and sat on the large leather couch. My mind tried to make sense of all this. Was it my fault? Was I not a good wife? Did I drive him away? But, in every instance, I knew the truth. Jared was just a lying, womanizing, bastard. He didn't love me; he used me when it was convenient. I was the perfect trophy wife.
I was furious. The brandy burned gliding down my throat. At least, I knew I was capable of feeling. My hatred was brewing. I started to think of all the times he'd broken our plans, all the times he had to extend his business trips, and all the lies he had told me.
He was upstairs getting ready to go on another trip to Paris. I couldn't help but think of how many affairs he's had there over the years. Two trips a year for over twenty years, plus the hundreds of others he's gone on. I felt so used.
I made up my mind to confront him about his infidelity. Finishing my brandy in one long, painfully burning gulp, I placed the snifter on the desk and proceeded upstairs.
Jared was in his closet, putting on his tan sport coat when I walked in.
"Don't you look nice. Do you have everything for your trip, dear?"
"Yes, thank you, Allison."
"Did you pack your condoms, Jared? After all, I don't want you to be bringing home any diseases."
"Ooh, I suspect you've spoken to Cynthia this morning."
"Yes, she told me of your little fondling incident last night. I was shocked. You told me you were going to a business dinner, not a rendezvous."
"I can explain."
"This should be good. Go ahead, darling. Tell me another lie."
"Allison, I can't pretend anymore. I don't love you. I need to find someone younger, who makes me feel alive."
"Well, Jared. I must admit, I never thought you had the balls to tell the truth. I've suspected your dalliances and I've always known you were a predator. The way you used to tie me down to satisfy your little perversions should have told me that you couldn't stop. What I don't understand is why these women would want to go to bed with an old man like you."
"Allison, they'll do anything for money."
"Yes, I know people are motivated by it. In fact, our attorney is also. So much so, that he's moved everything we own into my name. The timing is perfect. It was all transferred two months ago, while you were banging that little Brazilian girl, or was she a guy, down in San Paolo. I've had you followed for the last six months. I know about all your dirty little secrets."
"Our lawyer always liked me, Jared. I convinced him to eliminate you from almost everything. Let's see how your little tramps will like you now. I've left you enough to get a twenty-dollar hooker once a week. I know you have needs."
"You can't do this. I started that company. Everything we have I made."
"Your daughters and I are very grateful for the nest egg. One more thing, you're moving out. I'll have all your bags shipped when you tell me your final landing place. I want you out of this house. Now!"
"We'll see about this, you little bitch. I'm going straight to our attorney to get this straightened out. We'll see about who moves out of this house."
Walking out of the bedroom to the hallway, Jared turned to me at the top of the stairs and said: "You were never any good in bed!"
I was seething. Without realizing what I was doing, I just reacted, running toward Jared and pushing him down the stairs. I hit him so hard that my momentum carried me down several stairs. I heard several cracks and thumps as he came to a halt on the landing.
I felt nothing as I watched him lying face down on his stomach. Before I wiped my hands as if to say good riddance, I looked at him and said: "I hope you enjoyed how well I screwed you this time, Jared."
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