146 comments/ 304639 views/ 35 favorites Wrongful Revenge By: simple49 A stereotype exists that all men will cheat on their wives if given a chance, and that the tradition of the double standard lives on strong and healthy in all masculine minds. Bob Sims would have agreed that many men did and do believe that they have some inalienable right to bed more than one woman, even if they are already married or dating. Some of his best friends thought monogamy was a card game rather than a basic principle of a strong relationship between a man and woman. But Bob did not accept the idea of cheating for himself. When he married Carrie, he married her for life. The wedding vows that he swore to meant something to him. She was the woman he loved and lusted after. Carrie knew this after twenty-five years of living in happy wedlock with him. She knew it when he smiled at her. She knew it when he cared for her during her recent bout of skin cancer and the radiation treatment that had made her so sick. She knew it especially when he made wild, abandoned love to her even after all these years. Carrie was still beautiful at 43. Bob often told her that he thought she was more beautiful than when she was 18 when they married. Even after raising two sons who themselves were now married, she could easily pass for a woman ten or more years younger. Bob marveled at her curvaceous five foot and ten inch figure. On hot summer days she could wear the smallest g-string bikini and turn the heads of any man. If Carrie had a fault, it was her temper. When she got angry, she often reacted before thinking and said or did things she later regretted. As Bob would attest, she often resorted to physical expressions of her displeasure by throwing things, sometime even at him. Later she was embarrassed and would apologize for her unthinking acts. But Bob sometimes worried about this. Yet he could not complain. Carrie clearly loved him and they were happy. In his early twenties, his career as an engineer had been very successful. By twenty-four he had formed his own company, made it a huge success, and he now had offers to sell for a large sum of money that would mean he could retire with no worries for the rest of his life and enjoy everyday with Carrie. Another stereotype is the husband who works an eighty hour week and then works weekends too. The result is that he looses touch with his family and wife and they then divorce. Bob never let work hinder his family life. Sometimes he had to travel, sometimes he had to work late, but never night after night and he did not travel every week. Life seemed perfect. He and Carrie seemed perfect. But into this paradise, there came a snake: a long, thick, devious, selfish snake. His name was Tom Jensen. Tom owned a rival company that constantly lost bids to Bob's company. Tom could never figure out Bob's secret, or at least believe what Bob would tell him. "There is no secret, Tom. I design what the client wants. I do not skimp on the materials. And most importantly, I give an honest and fair bid!" Tom could never believe that. He knew everyone in their business cut corners, used cheap materials and made sure their bid brought in maximum profit for average work. Bob never did that and never would. He believed that by giving the best, everyone profited. He never set out to be a billionaire. He wanted a good living. And in the end, he created a company worth millions. Tom envied him his success and all that went with it. Carrie had contributed to the new company early-on. Her degree was in business and she brought her skill to bear on the running of the day to day business. For two years he designed and she was his CEO. However when she became pregnant, they both decided she needed to stay home and raise the children. The two boys were a handful and she loved every minute. Bob knew the time would come when the boys left home that she would want to go back to work. He was right. Three years ago when the youngest graduated and then married, she decided to accept a position in a modeling firm managing the day-to-day for the company, so that the creative types and the models could successfully concentrate on their work and know that the company would be well run. She had done it for Bob and did for Stacey, Cooper, and Kline Modeling agency. The snake? Tom was a silent partner in the agency and neither Bob nor Carrie knew this. He had years ago invested when his now wife worked there. Sophia had been a striking run-way model and was still an attractive and charming woman. Bob did not think she could match Carrie, but he did not really pay much attention anyway because they rarely socialized with the Jensen's. Carrie liked Sophia, but like Bob could barely tolerate the loud, bragging affectation of Tom. However there were occasions when they had to party with them. The most common were the BBQ's that their neighbors', the Halls, had at least twice a month. At first, years ago, they went because their boys were friends with the neighbors' children. And now they went just because they liked the Halls. The Jensen's, because they lived around the corner, also were often invited. Late in the evening of July 4th, after drinking more than a few margaritas, Bob was feeling no pain. Carrie was dancing with Fred Hall and so he decided to go home and lie down and then come back later to get Carrie. He trusted Carrie would be all right with their friends and he was only a house away. Carrie saw him leave and waved knowing he needed to sober up a little and she could stay and dance. Tom Jensen saw him leave and decided he might have a way to embarrass Bob and do something that in his wildest fantasy he thought would never happen: have uncontrolled sex with Carrie and not have his wife complain about it or Bob be able to do a thing about it. Sophia was drunk. When she was drunk, she was horny and normally he would look forward to a wild night later. However he saw a chance to use her to achieve his goal of Carrie. He surreptitiously led Sophia to the Sims' house and brought her into the master bedroom. All the way over, he had whispered into the inebriated woman's ears all the delicious and erotic things he wanted to do to her. Sophia did not know there were in the Sims' home. She thought that Tom had somehow gotten her home. He began to caress her and strip her in the darkness. Tom could not believe his luck when he noticed that Bob had stripped to his shorts and was asleep on this muggy night uncovered. He led Sophia over to the bed and told her to lie down, naked now, and they would have some fun. After he had her down and Bob had not awakened, he came around and reached over Bo and rolled Sophia over as if he were reaching for her. Sophia reached back and put her arms around Bob and snuggled her svelte, soft, body into his. Bob in his drunken, sleepy confusion assumed she was Carrie and soon they were passionately making love. Both believed that their spouse was the one touching, licking, kissing, sucking, and ultimately joining in the sexual ecstasy they were experiencing. Tom meanwhile, rushed back to the party, found Carrie and the Halls. He pretended to have come from the bathroom and asked if they had seen Sophia. Someone else across the pool shouted. "I thought I saw her leave with some man. Maybe it was Bob because they headed over to his house." Tom turned to Carrie and said, "Would you mind coming with me to check if she is there and is OK?" Carrie was a little flustered. Why would Bob in his drunken state take Sophia? A little wasp began fly around in her mind and a buzzing noise began to bother her as a taste of honeyed suspicion began to drip in her soul. Somewhere in her imagination a voice was whispering suspicious, terrible images to her. Her anger began to grow. She grabbed Tom's hand, mumbling words he could not understand and dragged him back to her house. She did not even pause to realize how disgusting she normally found Tom and that touching him was like touching the scales of dry reptile. All she knew was that suddenly she felt threatened and the need to strike out at the possibility of this threat. If what she suspected was true, she would become a revenging goddess. Unsuspecting Bob and Sophia were coupling vigorously, the bed shaking, their moans and cries echoing down the stairs, so that when Carrie entered the house, she knew immediately what was happening up in her bed. Following behind the avenging angel, Tom could only smile at the ruin he was about to create. He knew would reap only pleasure from Bob's discovery and would be able to do anything with his wife that he wanted and Carrie would be his too. When the light came on and Bob looked into the lusting eyes of Sophia, his shock was so great, that without even noticing his penis deflated, and he fell out of her. With a drunken, frantic groan, she tried to pull him back in. She had never had sex as good as this; her husband was like a different man tonight. Then she realized, "Oh, shit! Bob! What are you...?" But even as she spoke, she still hunched her hips against him, trying to draw him back in. Bob thought he was going to throw up. This was not Carrie. Then a voice like a banshee screamed at him. He turned his head, trying to focus and saw his wife, red, livid with rage. She was reaching for a vase of flowers, grabbing it with both hands off of the bureau, and then throwing it with all her strength. Bob tried to avoid it, but could not. The vase was heavy enough temporarily to knock him unconscious. The water from the vase and flowers flew all over Sophia who had been screaming for a few seconds now as she saw Tom and Carrie. She was too drunk though to help herself. Tom grabbed Carrie who was still raging at Bob and shook her. "We need to talk later. Let me get my wife out of her and you can deal with your husband" Carrie with a crazed look in her bloodshot eyes said, "Come back later. Tonight. I need your help to hurt him, to pay him back." Tom was not sure what she meant. "I will not physically hurt him." Carrie laughed. "No, you will do worse. You will come back and fuck me. And that will hurt him. I will make him watch. Hurry! Get this slut out of here. Maybe we can punish her later also." At that moment, the snake knew he had her. That she would become his whore tonight and this would destroy Bob. He laughed too. It feels good when a plan comes together. A half hour later, after dropping his sobbing, drunken wife in her bed, he was back and was presented with a picture he would never have imagined. Carrie had tied Bob spread-eagle on the bed with his head propped up so that he could see a TV that she had moved to the bureau. Blood was seeping from the wound on his head down over one eye and he was still unconscious. There were bruises on his body. Carrie had not been gentle when she tied him down. Clearly, the blood flow to his hands and feet was minimal and she had beaten on him. "What the fuck took you so long, Tom." "I'm here, Carrie. What do you want to do? An almost evil grin appeared on her lips. "This TV is connected to a camera in the next bedroom. I will wake Bob up and he can watch us rut." She began to strip off her clothes. Item by item she teased Tom until finally she pulled down her barely there panties and stuffed them into Bob's mouth. She then took a bowl that she had filled with water and splashed into Bob's face. Bob spluttered and coughed, but discovered that some cloth was stuffed into his mouth and he was choking on the water that had gone up his nose. Then he saw Carrie. But this was not the loving wife he knew. This was naked harridan who was cursing him. He could barely understand her in his pain and only now realized the position he was in. Also, the blow to his head had been worse than anyone realized and he had a concussion that was disorienting him even more. "You damn cheater. I am going to get back what took from me. I am going to punish you. Just watch the monitor and you can watch the man you hate do anything he wants to me." Bob suddenly realized Tom was there. How? Why? He then remembered Sophia. Through the gag, he tried to tell Carrie it was all a mistake. He thought he had been loving her, not Sophia. But all that Tom and Carrie could hear were a kind of garbled choking sound. "Come on, Tom. Let's get some of our own back from our cheating spouses." In the next room, Tom flung his clothes off as Carrie knelt in front of the camera and began to give him the best blow job he had ever had. "Carrie turned to the camera and taunted her husband, "See, I am sucking on his big prick! And honey, I think it is larger and fatter than yours. I know in few minutes I will enjoy it." Unknown to Carrie, there was a tape in the VCR of the TV and she had accidentally turned on the "record." Everything she would do and say in the next couple hours would be saved. Meanwhile Bob, when he saw his wife, went insane. He began kicking and pulling. The ropes began to lacerate his wrists and ankles. Tears leaked from his eyes and mucous began to flow from his nose. He was choking. He was dying. In the other room, Carrie dragged Tom onto bed, forced him onto his back, and crawled onto his cock and lowered herself. She actually began to enjoy the sensation and was making noises of delight and pleasure which spurred Tom on who tried to join in her rhythm. They had no idea how close Bob was passing out and dying. However Bob realized the danger he was in. He could not breathe. He began blowing out the mucous from his nostrils and succeeded in clearing them and taking enough air in so as not to pass out. He also continued to struggle. In the other room Carrie was wild with the sexual delight that she was experiencing. She was in control. She was getting revenge and enjoying every minute of it. "Do you see this, Bob? I am Tom's slut. I am his. I belong to him and his giant cock! Maybe later, I will come in to you let you eat his cum!" At that moment, she had her first orgasm, screaming and moaning. She then jumped off of Tom and got in the classic 69 position and stuffed her cunt in Tom's face which he with gusto began to lick and suck on as she in turn tried to pull his cock deep into her throat. Tom had begun to deflate after cuming in her, but her efforts had him growing again. This time he would last longer and maybe even fuck her ass. At the sight of this, Bob had such an adrenalin rush, in his anger he suddenly had the strength to pull the ropes with a force that broke the bed posts in half and he was suddenly free. So wrapped in their pleasure, Tom and Carrie missed the crash from the master bedroom. Bob just fell back for a moment as he pulled Carries panty from his mouth and took big, gulping breaths and reoriented himself. As he came to grips with the horror of the moment, all he could think was to kill them. But then he knew that would only destroy his own life in the end and they were not worth that. He needed to get away. He had to get away and take care of himself. And then he would take care of his lost wife and worst enemy. Bob haltingly rose from the now sopping and bloody bed and found some clothes and shoes and to dress himself. He looked at the scene of horror on the TV and then noticed that the VCR was recording. Stumbling to the TV he took out the tape, and then found his wallet and made his way down the stairs in unimaginable pain of body and spirit. He knew he needed a place to take of himself, but he also knew he needed help. He made his way over to the Halls. When he found them in the back yard cleaning up, they could not believe the shambling, bloodied and bruised hulk that entered their yard. At first they could not even tell who he was because his face was so swollen. Ellen reached for him when she realized it was Bob. "Oh my god! Bob. Is that you? What happened? Where's Carrie? Fred grab him before he falls." Bob just stared for a moment and then, "Help me. I think I need to go to the hospital. Carrie is back in the house screwing Tom. I cannot explain right now. Please, just get me to an ER." Bob fell to his knees as tears of shame and pain fell from his eyes. He looked up pleadingly. Ellen turned to her husband and they both reached for Bob and helped him back up and then out to their car. In the ER, the admitting nurse took one look at Bob and immediately got him a Doctor. She thought he must have been in an accident until she saw his wrists and blood pooling at his feet from his ankles. The doctor immediately noticed the huge lump now swelling on the side and back of his head. Looking in his eyes and checking his respiration, he realized that along with all the other obvious injuries that this patient might have a concussion and they needed to treat him immediately. "Nurse get this man on a gurney to an exam room and we will treat him there. We might need to admit him so get the relevant information from his friends." With that he went off to get a trauma surgeon to look at Bob's head and decide what they needed to do. He knew the nurses could take care of the wounds and other contusions that Bob may have sustained. Fred turned to Bob as they wheeled him away and asked, "Should we call Carrie?" Bob's response was a bellowing, retching "No! That bitch can wallow on Tom's cock forever now. She is no wife of mine." The nurses turned to look in shock at him and suddenly began to suspect the truth. More gently, even more kindly, they began to treat him in Exam Room 3. Back in the house, Carrie found herself with a man who wanted everything. His fingers were digging obscenely into her vagina and pulling out fluid which he rubbed into her asshole. Then he flipped her over roughly onto her stomach, continuing to slobber more fluid all over her puckering pink hole. She had never let Bob do to this her. She always felt this was perverted and Bob had respected that. However, without thinking she was encouraging Tom to fuck her in this last virgin part of her body. At first he was gentle, but as she screamed in pain and yet thrust back, he began to pound her stroke after stroke. Pain eased and she actually began to enjoy it. Her screams changed to groans of pleasure and she even reached back and began to stroke her clitoris. When they orgasmed, they came together, drenched in sweat, vaginal fluids, and leaking semen. Tom had won. And he was not done. "Carrie do you want to really put Bob down?" Carrie was not thinking now except that she did want more revenge, more punishment to hurt Bob. "Yes, Tom. What do you suggest?" "I have connections with my wife's modeling agency. I will call up two or three of the best looking male models and they can come over here and screw you into heaven if you want." Carrie was suddenly turned on by the power over Bob this would giver. He would never cheat on her again and she would show him that she would not put up with his antics. "Do it, Tom. And I will film it and make Bob watch it." Her laugh was almost evil in its glee. So Tom did it and two hours later after a quick shower he was filming Carrie in her first gangbang with three well hung male models: one was black, one was Asian, and one was a blond, giant Scandinavian. By late morning, Carrie was exhausted and just fell asleep amidst a heap of bodies on her bed and Tom had it all on tape. Wrongful Revenge Ch. 02 - FTDS ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ A wrongful revenge retaliation - my ending to simple49's Wrongful Revenge http://www.literotica.com/s/wrongful-revenge Simple49's story is another in the endless chain of The Troubador's "Hildy" (RAAC) wannabe's. Stories like Blue88's Ties That Bind (RAAC), K.K's It's The Same Old Story, Charlye Ace's June Gets Even (RAAC), DamonX's Danielle's Revenge, JPB's Alana Asserts Herself, Brian Was Bad, and Jumping to Conclusions. Stories where the wife decides for some reason to get revenge on her husband, ties him up and fucks someone else, usually his worst enemy, in front of him. Does that kind of thinking EVER work out well? Not this time. I like finishing stories. I guess I'm a little weird. Sometimes they are stories that have been abandoned. In cases like this, it's a story where the author has invited others to continue their work, as in The Troubador's & Patricia51's tradition. That or an invitational. When offered the opportunity, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. Some of you won't like my endings. That's fair enough. I'm happy to hear your reasons. This is only one author's idea of a fitting resolution. You're welcome to try your hand at writing your own. I hope you enjoy this one. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ When Bob awoke in his hospital bed, he hurt all over. His head, in particular ached, and he reached up and felt the stitches. Whatever painkillers they'd given him weren't enough. Once his eyes focused, he saw he had visitors. "Mr. Sims? I'm Detective Mason, and this is Detective North. We'd like to ask you a few questions." It didn't take long to get the story from him, and Bob didn't try to pull any punches. He explained the events of the night before, from the point of waking up, until he ended up in the ER. The detectives had a few questions, which he answered quickly and honestly. He also gave them the video he'd taken from the house, while leaving. With the corroborating story from the Halls who had dropped Bob off, they had all they needed. It was late morning by the time they had the paperwork in order, and a ten minute drive brought them to the address of the victim. Carrie heard the knocking, and doorbell ringing that just wouldn't stop. She untangled herself from the pile of bodies surrounding her, her mind still fuzzy, her thoughts focused on how thirsty, sore and worn out she was. She grabbed the shirt the giant Scandinavian had been wearing, and wore it like a robe as she staggered to the door to stop the infernal racket. She opened the door, the sight of the man and the woman on her doorstep finally clearing the mist from her thinking. "Mrs. Sims? Carrie Sims?" The woman asked. "Yes?" "We have a warrant to search your home." Carrie stepped backward, shaking, while they walked past her, barely avoiding a naked Asian man who exited one room to enter the bathroom across the hall. They paused in the hallway, taking in the scene, before walking into her bedroom. Carrie followed them, and almost fainted when she saw the state of the bedroom. There was blood everywhere, the bed had collapsed, the posts were broken, and the ropes that had restrained her husband were bloodied and on the floor. The remains of the broken vase were laying where she'd left them. "Do you want to tell us what happened here?" the police woman turned and asked the stricken wife. "He cheated on me!" she snapped. "The bastard was fucking a woman in our bed. He deserved it." Carrie's temper was a dangerous thing, and was coming back to the forefront, in spite of the evidence of her husband's injury. Sadly, she felt no remorse. "So you tied him up, beat him, and made him watch you have sex with another man? Or should I say men?" the male officer sneered. Danielle Mason examined the evidence. Everything seemed to fit the husband's sad tale perfectly. She nudged the vase with her foot. "This is the vase you hit him with?" "I had to! Don't you understand? He was fucking that skinny ex-model whore in our bed." Danielle sighed, pulling the handcuffs off of her belt. "Carrie Sims, you are under arrest for assault and battery, unlawful restraint, and attempted murder. You have the right to remain silent . . ." Detective North walked down the hall, opening doors, telling the occupants to get dressed and come down to the living room. He called in the situation, and gathered all the witnesses together, while making sure none of them made a run for it. This was going to be a hell of a story back at the station. He wasn't looking forward to the paperwork. Ben North noticed one of the men was skulking his way toward the back door. Ben cut him off, and directed him back to the couch, relieving him of the tape he was attempting to hide behind his back. The man argued vehemently, proclaiming his innocence, screaming he wanted to see his lawyer. The detective sighed. It was going to be one of those, he just knew it. ~ * ~ * ~ The interviewing room was busy most of the day. The modeling gigolos had their turn under the lights, explaining their part in the fiasco. None were even aware there was a husband involved, other than the fact that the middle-aged wife wanted revenge. Tom Jensen on the other hand, made every effort possible to lie, even when the truth would have served him better. He lied about his initial involvement, about having sex with Carrie, about inviting the male models over, even about filming the event. Why would a man lie under such conditions? It was the kind of man he was, part of the reason his business wasn't the success that Bob's was. Tom was a liar and a scumbag. Something that wasn't lost on North and Mason. The detectives never called him on his endless lies, letting him dig his own grave. Sophia Jensen was brought in, and she was in tears half the time she was there, taking longer to get her story out than anyone else, even though she didn't have that much to say. It hadn't taken long for her to figure out what had happened. She'd been bombed the night before, but she did remember her husband escorting her out of the Hall's home. She remember the sexy teasing, and her husband undressing her and getting her worked up before she passed out. Now, in the aftermath, she understood her husband had taken her next door and left her in another man's bed. Why he would do that she couldn't understand. She felt hurt, betrayed, and was devastated by her part in the assault on Bob. She also remembered that he had given her the best sex she'd had in years. The Halls were brought back in, to see if they could shed any more light on how things started. They recalled the circumstances of Tom's reappearance, asking if anyone had seen his wife. With Sophia's statement about being escorted next door by her husband, it became clearer the entire situation was a setup by Tom Jensen. The big problem was that it wasn't illegal. Despicable maybe, but not against the law. It was late in the day when they got back to Carrie. She was over her anger, and now afraid. "So, Mrs. Sims, you knew your husband was drunk, and you saw him leave alone, while you were 'dancing' with other men. Did you think he came back and took Mrs. Jensen back to your home for sex?" Carrie didn't like to think about it. "I don't know. When I saw him with her, fucking in our bed, I didn't really give much thought to how he got her there." The detective nodded. "Mr. Jensen, your husband's competitor, asked you to go over to your house with him, to find his wife. Would you care again to explain what happened when you got there?" Carrie was exasperated, having to repeat her story once again. "I heard them first. I knew those sounds. When I turned on the light, I saw them going at it. He was screwing that slut. She started screaming, and he pulled away from her. The vase was there, on the table, and I guess I threw it at him." "And hit him. Hard enough to knock him out." "I didn't think it hit him that hard. I had to do something," she snapped. "You didn't think it hit him hard? He was bleeding and unconscious. He never woke up while you planned your infidelity with the man who set you up, then you tied your husband up, and beat him while he was unconscious." "Don't you think he deserved it? He was cheating on me! Fucking that slut in our bed! I was angry, is that any surprise?" The other detective spoke up. "You never spoke to him? Asking him what happened? You just tied him up, gagged him with your panties, beat him black and blue, and made him watch you cheat on him?" "I didn't need him to explain anything. I saw him. There was no question that he'd cheated on me. He needed to see what it was like." Ben kept at her. "So you engaged in sex with the man you both disliked, then had him invite some more men over, and had sex with them as well. During this time, you never once checked on your husband? You didn't try to stop the bleeding? You didn't notice that he almost choked to death? You never heard the bed break? Once you'd finished with your first round of adultery, you didn't go in and check on the man you married?" Carrie knew things weren't going well. "I . . . I think I need a lawyer," she finally said. "No kidding. Go ahead, make your call. It's not going to make any difference," Ben sneered. "Some wife you are." "But he cheated on me!" Carrie screamed. Ben laughed. "I'm just surprised it took as long as it did. Married to a harridan like you, it's a miracle he put up with your shit as long as he did." Carrie turned to the female detective, and recognized she'd get no sympathy there. ~ * ~ * ~ Carrie ended up accepting a plea deal, getting eighteen months in prison. It was a gift. She could have gotten up to twenty years, with what she was being charged with. With what she'd confessed to. She had to serve the full time, turned down for parole when she displayed the same temper in prison she had at home. Tom Jensen's lawyer managed to finagle a plea as well, on the only thing they charge him with, accessory to felony unlawful restraint. He got off light, with probation and a fine of a $1000. He was unable to stop Sophia from divorcing him, having him kicked out of their home and served with a restraining order. His business failed, when Bob made sure that any business Tom managed to attract was undercut and stolen, even if at a loss. Bob was not happy with Tom, and used his superior financial position to start his revenge. With no children at home, and no wife, he focused all of his attention on destroying Tom's livelihood, ruthlessly. When Tom was discovered behind a local bar, thoroughly beaten and unconscious, a cursory investigation failed to turn up any leads. Detective North and Mason were in charge, and to nobody's surprise, they informed Mr. Jensen that there were no suspects, and they were closing the investigation, within 48 hours. They delivered the news to him in the hospital, where he had just undergone his third round of surgery to repair his knees, and was about to have an artificial testicle inserted to replace the one he'd lost from the beating. After his third beating, Detectives Mason and North tracked down Bob Sim's in his new apartment. They accepted a cup of coffee, and sat down with Bob in the living room. "Mr. Sims," Ben North said, leaning forward. "I'd consider it a personal favor if the beatings to Mr. Jensen were to cease." Bob smiled. "Are you accusing me of having anything to do with that?" Danielle shook her head. "No sir, your alibi is unassailable. But it is making a lot of paperwork for us, and burning up valuable time that could be spent pursuing serious criminals." "The slimy bastard deserves everything he gets." Ben agreed. "He's a snake, a disgusting piece of humanity. I feel like I need to take a shower after every time I speak to him. That said, he's in pretty rough shape. He's lost both testicles, and he'll never walk without a cane. At the latest count, he's had fourteen bones broken, and a detached retina. He's deaf in one ear. I believe he's learned his lesson." Bob was slow to respond. "I continue to assert I had nothing to do with Mr. Jensen's unfortunate luck, but I'll take our discussion under advisement." Danielle spoke up. "We'd appreciate it. If anything more were to happen to him, I'm afraid we'd have to expend considerably more energy on looking into the issue." Detective Mason and North didn't have to worry about any more follow-ups. Tom's last beating was enough to convince him that it would be healthier for him to move. With Tom's treachery dealt with, Bob addressed his problems at home. He sold his business, for a song, if the legal papers were to be believed. The true amount he received for the business, was considerably less than it was worth, but still managed to net him a few million dollars in distributed offshore accounts. Bob had never been able to sleep in the house after that night, and it was sold at a distressed price, at a loss on paper, while his offshore earnings increased by a couple of hundred thousand. By the time the divorce from his incarcerated wife went through, he was far more generous than he had to be. She would receive more than $80,000 when she got out. Approximately two percent of the money that Bob had managed to accrue outside of the country. Nearly double the 30% of their documented wealth the courts would have dictated. Sophia didn't get much from Tom. There wasn't anything to be had. But she was a beautiful woman, with a good personality. It wasn't long before she was being courted, and she landed on her feet, married to a man who loved her, and was able to provide for her exceedingly well. The fact that he was much better in bed was a nice bonus. Bob saw his wife one last time. Less than a week before she was to be released, he visited her for the first time in prison. It wasn't a conjugal visit. She was sitting at the table, when he was directed into the room. The orange didn't look good on her. Then again, nothing about her looked very good. The time behind bars hadn't been kind to her. "Hello Carrie," Bob said, taking a seat opposite his ex-wife. He was barely seated when he saw her eyes tearing up. "Hi Bob. I'm kind of surprised to see you to be honest." "How are you doing?" he asked. "I've been better. I'm a forty-five year old convicted felon single divorcée whose kids won't have anything to do with her. I don't have much to look forward to." She was unable to disguise the bitterness in her voice. Bob shrugged. "I'm unemployed, and lost the love of my life. I still have nightmares. I have a reminder of the worst day of my life I'll never get rid of," he replied, pointing at the white patch of hair on his head, a daily reminder of where his wife had hit him with the vase. They'd shaved that area of his head when they put in the stitches that fateful night. The hair had grown back paper white. She took a moment to steady her breath. "I'm sorry for everything, Bob. I love you, can't you find it in your heart to forgive me?" Bob gave her a sad smile. "You're forgiven baby. Totally. I still love you too." Her grin made her beautiful again, and the tears she'd tried to restrain finally spilled over. "Thank you, honey. You'll never regret it. I'm getting therapy for my anger. I swear you'll never have to worry about me losing it like that again." "I know, baby. You'll never hurt me like that again. Ever." He sounded so cold when he said it. She felt a chill run down her spine. Her momentary joy dissipated quickly. "Forgiven, but that's all, isn't it?" He nodded. "I'm sorry. I wish it could be otherwise. I know you were setup, we were setup. That bastard took advantage of your temper, and destroyed us. I wish I could get past it, but I can't. I don't trust you." "It was a mistake, honey. You have to understand. What I saw, what it looked like, you with that woman in our bed. I overreacted." "You put me in the hospital, and almost killed me. You fucked the man who destroyed us, eagerly, reveling in it, and you made me watch it. That wasn't enough though, was it? You had to continue your cheating with three more bastards, while I was undergoing surgery. Filming it, so you could punish me even more. The love of my life, the one person I trusted more than anyone else, the woman I had hoped to grow old with, did that to me. Your reaction to what happened was so extreme, so over the top, so hateful, I doubt I'll ever get over it." She nodded slowly. "I did. I lost it. I'm sorry, and wish to God I never had. But you have to understand, you were screwing another woman in our bed. You really expect me to believe you thought it was me? You can't tell the difference between the tall skinny slut, and the woman you've been bedding for 20 years? You betrayed me, and you know you did. In our home, in our marital bed. I overreacted, but so did you. Putting me in jail, divorcing me without giving me a chance to make it up to you. Eighty thousand dollars? That's my share, after all I did for you, giving you two wonderful children, loving you all those years, supporting you, taking care of you. I screwed up once, and you certainly got your revenge, didn't you?" "I did. I was angry. Perhaps you can understand why. You destroyed my life." "And mine's so wonderful?" "No, I imagine not. But you brought it on yourself. That said, when you get a chance you should thank your children. They've been working on me, and I guess after almost two years, my rage has faded. I've bought you a house near the boys, there's a new car in the garage, and I've invested a million dollars for you. If you're careful, you can live off the returns for the rest of your life." "I don't want a house and money. I want you. I want you to give me another chance. I love you, and you love me. Don't let that bastard win. Splitting us up was what he wanted. One chance, honey, that's all I'm asking. Please." Bob shook his head. "You don't understand, you can't. I had nightmares about that night for over a year. They finally stopped several months ago. Once I decided to come here and see you, they started again. I wake up screaming, in a cold sweat. They got worse, the closer the date came. I'm terrified of you, of what you're capable of. There's no way I could share a home with you, never mind a bed. I can't Carrie. God, I wish I could, but I just can't." He raised his hand, showing her how it was shaking. "Even now, Carrie, I'm afraid of you. I'm afraid you're going to explode, and come across that table at me. I'll never trust you again." "I'm getting help. I know I screwed up, Bob. Maybe we could get you help." "I did get help. It's the only way I can be here now. I understand what happened was out of your control, in many ways. That doesn't change how I feel. I wish it could be otherwise. I need to get away. I had to sell the house, I was never able to sleep in it again. Everything reminds me of what I had, what you did, and what I lost. I'll be moving away. I hope things work out well for you, Carrie. I really do. You didn't deserve what happened to us." "Maybe . . . maybe in time, you'll be able to really forgive me. Not just say the words. Will you stay in touch?" Bod nodded. "We share two sons. I hope to remain in their lives, which means that we'll always have that connection. Who knows what will happen?" "Will you be here when I get out," Carrie asked. "No. I'm leaving on a flight tomorrow. I'll be out of the country. I need to start over. The boys will be here. They'll take you to your new home." Bob stood and stepped away from the table. "I'm sorry. I hope your therapy works." Wrongful Revenge Ch. 02 - FTDS Carrie stood and called out after him. "Bob!" He paused, but didn't turn around. "I . . . I'm sorry. Thank you for coming here, and for taking care of me. Never forget I love you." Bob nodded, and walked out of her life. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~