Hey, It's Payback Time, Ex-Husband

Julia Forster

Although the make-up did a good job of concealing the bruises, they still hurt when I touched them; nevertheless, it is just a normal part of the process. I had no choice but to put up with this because this was a very important day for us. We held out hope that he would be able to make it home in time for supper.

On the table was a steak that had been freshly prepared and grilled to his preferred level of doneness, which was medium rare. Champagne was sitting on an ice bucket, ready to be sipped when it was finally ready. I played several lulling tunes, as well as some timeless piano works by renowned musicians of the past.

But Benjamin was still not there when I checked the time; it was already past his normal bedtime. My mind started to fill up with images of him being involved with another woman, and I did my best to push those images to the back of my consciousness. I needed to preserve my composure and my sanity in order to get through this. If this means that I have to pretend I know what I'm doing, then I have no problem with that.

I have suffered, and all I wanted was to be loved; perhaps Benjamin will finally understand this when the company stops bothering him the way they always have, and then perhaps he will be able to finally kick back, relax, and acknowledge that he has always had a wife waiting for him at home. I have endured. I only wanted to be loved.

I gave the mirror another glance and saw the same reflection staring back at me; she was a beautiful woman, as if she just had not been through a whirlwind of emotions and pain recently. Even for just this day, it would be okay for me to feel even a semblance of love from him. I glanced back at the mirror again and saw the reflection staring back at me; she was a beautiful woman.

As I heard his car pull into the driveway, I tried to prepare myself for the impending hit by telling myself, "Just this day, give me just this day, and I will be okay."

I heard the door of the automobile slam shut, and when the lights went out, I shut my eyes as the front door of the mansion opened. I didn't waste any time in greeting him, even though he appeared to have had a difficult day.

I addressed him in a soothing tone, "I'm delighted you came home, sweetie," but all he did was gaze at me in confusion.

Benjamin Forster

My mind raced as Preston pulled into the driveway; the business transaction with the politician had finally dawned on me, and it exploded in my mind like a bomb. This was a high-risk transaction, and it had the ability to either make a lot of money for all of us or put all of us in danger.

Dealing with politicians was one of the aspects of it that I detested the most since they are all so self serving. However, if it is managed well, one's own greed may be turned into useful instruments and possibilities for financial gain. But this one, to the extent where even someone as dubious and as strong as Stella Sanders is unable to pronounce this person's name, must suggest that he is quite far up in the ladder. This irritated me since nobody should have any authority over me in any manner or form when it comes to activities and procedures that call for my participation.

As the gates opened, which were automated by cameras that scanned the license plates on my vehicle, I suddenly remembered that I also have to deal with this woman; it irritated me to no end, I was not able to enjoy a night out with the gorgeous blonde from the pub, I have to be hassled by Stella Sanders' sudden appearance, and now I have to deal with my stay-at-home wife who always seems to be on my ass for some reason. I was unable to enjoy a night out

I mumbled to myself, "Goddamnit," as I clenched my fists in an effort to fend off the waves of disorientation and booze that were consuming my own identity.

"Is there something wrong, your honor?" Preston inquired in a low voice as he kept his eyes on the driveway the entire time we were gently parking in front of my mansion.

I snap at him, "It's none of your concern, just park," and he immediately complies with my demand. I bolted away from the vehicle the second it stopped moving, slammed the door, and opened the front door. She was there, and when she thanked me for returning home, her face was adorned with a grin that could only be described as dumb and timid.

The question is: Shouldn't I be? This place can't even be called a house! She was wearing a very small little dress that appeared to suit her quite beautifully, but I was not up for any of that now. My thoughts began to ring as I struggled to restrain myself from instantly striking out at her.

She had on some sort of makeup and had combed through her hair for some reason.

"Are you going out?" I questioned her while attempting to control my slurring, and she appeared perplexed when I posed the topic to her.

She gave a slight shake of her head, and I slowly backed away from her, attempting to get away from her at this point, when the kitchen was already prepared, and I could hear Moonlight Sonata playing in the background.

Have you have something to eat? Julia questioned me, chasing after me like a crazy fan.

I paid her no attention and proceeded to make my way toward the bedroom, intent on getting a good night's sleep after the long day I had just finished.

I only gave the table in the dining room a quick glance, but in that little time I was able to see that it had steak and that a bucket of champagne was being chilled nearby.

That made me a little bit irritated, so I turned to talk to her, and she had suddenly frozen in her tracks, as if she was attempting to make a grab for me.

"Did you have someone with you at this time?" In an angry tone, I accused her, "In my own house, you dumb, cheating whore?! "

She immediately placed her hands up in the air while stuttering and being unable to get any words out of her lips. "No, it's not that, Benjamin; I did not have any visitors here," the man said.

"Then what the heck is this?!" he said. I questioned her fiercely while pointing at the beautifully laid table. My inebriation began to show since I began to wobble from where I stood, but this did not make a difference. It required every ounce of my might to hold myself steady, which is probably due to the fact that I drank much too much.

As I started to make my way towards the bedroom, Julia started to follow me again. She was trying to say something, but I could not make out what she was saying; was it because of her own nervousness? I muttered something under my breath that sounded like "Cheating shithead" as I began to make my way towards the bedroom. Because she knew someone was in the home, was she stumbling over her words and shaking?

When I entered the bedroom, I turned on the lights and looked about for anything that may have been out of place. When I saw that there was nothing amiss, I glared furiously at her, and she was immediately behind me once more, like some kind of demon dog or something.

I attempt to regain my composure by assuring her that whatever you do in your own time is OK. "But for you to cheat on me, to fucking have someone over in MY OWN house, have a lovely little meal while I am out working, trying to put together the best for my company!" "But for you to cheat on me, to fucking have someone over in MY OWN house!"

Julia placed her hands up in submission once more, cowed and surprised by the way I talked to her in a very calm voice and the manner in which I presented the information to her. As I attempted to decipher what was going through her mind, she made the ridiculous gesture of lowering her head. As I racked my brain for solutions, it started to go into overdrive and produce more and more errors.

"So, what the hell are you looking for, Julia?" I queried her, unable to discover an explanation or any kind of fault in the home, but she did not respond; instead, she just continued to gaze down, staring at the floor like a petulant little girl who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"Are you going to talk or are you not going to speak?!" I demanded fiercely of her while getting closer to her and putting my hands on my hips; she recoiled at the sight of my hands and I had to rein myself in.

She spoke in a trembling voice as she began to shed tears as she said, "Today was our 3(rd) year anniversary, Benjamin, and I simply wanted to enjoy it with you."