She drove through traffic with a huge smile on her face;
“Oh I love the feel of you. You are mine. You will never leave me. I will decide when to get rid of you and not the other way around”.
She purred as she caressed the steering wheel. Yes she was enjoying this ride-not as luxurious as the last one but still she had to appreciate the feel-suddenly she felt her stomach turn-she pulled over-nausea hit her. Her mind was working overtime as she picked up the phone. Her hands tight upon the boost mobile she paged her husband. He answered in what seemed hours;
“Mercedes how do you like the car?”
He asked. Her heart slowed down as she answered
“It’s beautiful! How can I not like it? But…I am afraid. The last time you gave me a new car, it was because of Linda. You cheated with…with her and I was rewarded with a new car. A conscious wiped clean with a gift. Is it like this now?” Her nausea worsened while she waited for his answer.
“I am glad that you like it. No. No. That is not the reason for the gift. Will you ever forgive me? Look I am just finishing with a meeting here at the hospital. I should be home in a couple of hours. I’ll meet you there”
“Are you sure? Who are you with? Tell me!” her hands were trembling.
“I promise you my love. There is no one else. Please, I have patients waiting.”
“Alright my love, I will see you then”
Still she had her doubts. She slowed down to make a right turn; it was then that she looked up and realized that her screaming instincts were correct. The car had been a gift of guilt-another woman-another sin. There he was embracing a woman outside a luxurious townhome-he did not see her. Rage started to fill her.
A few hours before; he was in bed trying to get into a romantic mood. He couldn’t so he just got out of bed and dressed.
“Not again! What is wrong this time?” She pouted as she tried to bring him back into bed.
“NO. I just can’t today. I am not in the mood” Truth was he was getting tired of her.
“Are you sure that you are not in the mood or could it be that you are getting tired of me? You better not or I will have a story to tell. You know how your wife will react.” She said in a very snippy voice.
Hearing her tone, he decided he would smooth things over for the moment. He did not need any more drama.
“Sweetheart, Kristy, I promise I will make it better. Just give me some time. I need to dress and get home. I have business worries. ”
In the hallway, as they were walking toward the entrance-his phone rang. It was Mercedes. As he was as he was talking to her and trying to placate her, Kristy walked away in disgust. He hurriedly finished his conversation with Mercedes and ran after Kristy. He could not afford another scandal.
He remembered the last time. It had been about 3 years ago; he had been in one of the examination rooms with Linda, the new secretary. She was 22 and he could not resist. He had been bedding her for a few months-his appetite for her just increasing. Mercedes herself walked into the room not expecting to find him exposed as he was with Linda. She had surprised them both. The shock on her face mixing with the tears that started to flow almost left him limp-almost. He had pulled up his pants and ran after her, leaving Linda to fend for herself. He knew he had to do something or he would lose his business. Linda had sworn she would get even after he fired her. That story of her pregnancy was just that-a story. There has been no word from her since that day. He had stopped worrying.
He caught Kristy just as she reached the street. He took her in his arms and kissed her.
“Don’t get angry. I promise things will get better” He was hoping that this would calm her down.
Kristy responded simply with a look, then
“Don’t worry. I promise not to bother you anymore.”
She turned quickly and almost ran. She was not going to tell him that she was pregnant.
Frustrated he started after her but realized he was late. Taking a quick look at his watch he turned to cross the street to his car.
Mercedes just saw red. All reason was swept from her mind. She left the car with gun in hand. She stood by one of the garden columns and watched as her husband kissed this woman. She was blinded by her rage and hurt.
“Funny how life repeats itself” was the thought Linda had on her mind. She was watching from across the street at the scene being played out before her. Not too long ago she was in that woman’s shoes. He played with her, made her think there was a future. He got rid of her like a used rag. She went through her pregnancy alone and without support. Anger stirred in her. Her breathing came in harder breaths. Ever since that day when he had laughed at her and then fired her, she had sought revenge. It looked like the perfect opportunity has presented itself. She would get even with him and with Mercedes. She watched as Mercedes left the car with the gun. The car was still running-she was in a hurry. Now was her chance.
A shot rang out as the woman ran past her. In horror she watched her new car start to gather speed striking a man as he crossed the street-screeching away leaving him lifeless. The woman’s body hit the ground showing no signs of life. The gun was still smoking in her hand. Her screams echoed in her mind and would not stop.
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