Tandem Post: Hell Hath No Fury

“How to get over a cheating spouse?” she read the heading of the
article in the woman’s magazine. For a moment she was tempted to read
the advice and guidelines offered. It would be interesting know a
thing or two about it, but what was the point now. It was much too
late. Where was this article when she needed it a few months ago. As
she tried to focus on the words in front of her, her mind drifted to
that time a few months ago.

“Are you sure about this? Think about your kids.” her mom said. “Kill
the SOB.” her friends suggested. “Get revenge on the woman” her
sisters told her, laying out their carefully thought out plans. Nobody
understood what she’d been going through at that time. Heck, she
didn’t understand it either. All she wanted was for the pain to go
away yet she’d felt numb at the same time. She wanted to feel.

He obviously didn’t know that she knew about it yet. She wondered what
he excuses he would come up with. Men always made excuses. He’d kiss
her on her cheek as he left for work each day and came home at the
same time every night. He’d let her sleep in on Saturday mornings
while he tended to the kids. They’d go out for “date night” once a
month and never argued about trivialities. Everything was normal. She
would not have believed it if she hadn’t seen him with her own eyes.

Disgust rolled around in her belly as she forced herself to lie down
next to the man who promised her forever and betrayed her in the worst
possible way. When had she become such a brilliant actress? What
sickened her more was that he didn’t even notice that anything was
wrong. If he did then he simply ignored it but she knew him far too
well to believe that he’d ignore any kind of “trouble” in paradise. As
far as he was concerned there was no trouble.

On that cold winter morning as she kissed him goodbye and bid him a
good day, her mind was finally made up. She could throw a tantrum.
Bring on the histrionics. Lord knows she wanted to physically hurt
him. She knew she could take him to the cleaners. Knew what a blow
this would be for him. His reputation was too precious to be marred
with scandal. She laughed at the possibilities.

Instead she set her own plan in motion. She only had twelve hours to
accomplish her goal. Finally with her and her kids bags packed in her
car, the house empty and removed of all furnishings she put pen to
paper and wrote him a note.

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”

Her marriage was over.

This was part of a tandem series where normally 3 bloggers and 1 title collide but this week it’s a party of 2. For Shelley’s story click here

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