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Myphonerings,bringingme out of my study of the contract for my next business venture.
“Hello,” I clip, annoyed at the interruption.
“Mr. Black,” my attorney starts, “I just received an email from a divorce attorney.”
Everything falls away, and I’m consumed with the strongest rage I’ve ever felt. Even when Heather fucks up and I’ve had to reprimand her, I’ve never been this mad. The urge to squeeze the life from her elegant throat rides me hard.
How dare she try to leave me.
I need to be careful about this though. If she thinks I’m going to roll over and give her or my son up, she’s insane. I’ll never let them go.They’re mine.
Mine.
Rising from my seat, I go over to the mini bar in my home office and pour myself three fingers of the amber liquid from the whisky decanter.
Deep in contemplation, I swirl the ambrosia round and round. Only when a plan begins to form in my mind, do I down the contents and pour another. Normally, I don’t indulge in alcohol while working, but if there ever were a day too, it’s the day you find out your wife is trying to leave you.
She can’t keep my boy from me, if I can prove she’s an unfit mother.An addict and an adulteress.That way I can be sure to tie her to me so tightly, that she’ll never break free.
Agitatedly pacing back and forth in front of my desk, I don’t pay attention to the steadily declining whisky in the decanter.
A beautiful plan snaps into place in my mind.If I can show her how much I love her, I know she’ll come back to me. So, what if I had to reprimand her a few times? It’s the man’s job to lead his wife. That’s all I was doing. Making her a better version of herself. One I could be proud of. One worthy of me.
That’s what I’ll do. I’ll go over to her fucking apartment and show her that she can’t do better than me. I’m the only one for her. Then she’ll come home and her, Zander, and I can be a proper family again.
I’ll have to punish her of course. There’s no way I’ll let this stand. But after that we’ll put this nonsense behind us and be the perfect family.
Setting the crystal on the gleaming, wooden top of the mini bar, I sway on my feet and have to blink my eyes to clear my blurry vision.
A quick line will clear my head of the fog brought on by the whisky, then I’ll go and get my fucking wife back. I pull out the kit reserved only for times when I truly need it. They’ve been more and more since Heather left, but I just need it to take the edge off. When she’s home I can cut back to the once or twice a year that I’m used to.
I set everything up, and snort the line, waiting the short amount of time for it to kick in. Then I get up determined to fix my family. If I had taught Heather properly to begin with, I wouldn’t be in this situation. I take responsibility for that, and will be better about keeping her in line.
Making my way through my silent house, I grab my key off the row of hooks by the garage door, not bothering to lock up behind myself.
Time to right the wrongs my wife has brought upon our house.
15 Invasions
Beautifully Broken by PLUMB Heather
“Whatareyougonnado, mama?” Jonas asks me.
At the same time, Orin asks, “How does that make you feel?”
“Uneasy, but only because of Steven. I’m going to keep the baby. I don’t have the heart to destroy a part of me.” Ready to move on, now that I’ve accepted that I’m having another baby, I move from between the twins and go about making food for Zander.
The other three join me, and we work in silence. For me it is comfortable, and I can tell the others are letting everything sink in. Jonas seems to be the only one of the three happy about it.
When our simple meal of sandwiches is ready, I call out to Zander, “Come on kiddo! Time to eat!” I hear the little thump of his steps, and then he emerges from the mouth of the hall and bounces up next to me. We all gather around the counter, with Zander and I sitting next to each other, and Jonas on the opposite side of Zander.
Around a big mouthful of food, Zander asks, “When are you guys gonna get married?”
I choke on my food, coughing to dislodge the bite stuck in my throat, surprised that he has been so astute in his observations. The guys all look at me, waiting to see how I want to answer.
“We’re not even thinking about that right now, bub. Mama needs some time after leaving Daddy to figure a few things out.” I really don’t know what the future holds for us. But I have zero plans to ever remarry.
“What’s to figure out? You love them and they love you. You get married when you love someone. Besides, Daddy didn’t love you. You don’t hurt people you love. That’s why he never hurt me,” Zander says, oblivious that his line of questioning is making things a bit awkward for all of us. This isn’t something we’ve even hinted at talking about.
