Chapter 2 Fury

Presently, I’m vibrating in fury as I stomp my way into MY home, where MY wife and MY best friend were screwing each other’s brains out on MY couch… But this won’t last long. They have no reason to stay here any longer. Neither one of them is welcome in my home ever again.

I grit my teeth and take a deep breath. It didn’t help. My brain is still burning in rage. I’m not sure why I’m so angry… I’m not hurting, I’m more betrayed than anything else. If she didn’t want me, then why stay with me? Why put on a show just so she could stay with me? If she had told me a while ago that this wasn’t working, I would’ve been upset, but nothing like this. I would’ve understood that we were just growing apart and she would’ve gotten half of what I have… But that is not what happened.

And now, the both of them are gonna get what’s coming to them.

“You have ten seconds to get your naked asses out of MY house before I call the cops and toss you both on the streets,” I state. I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t curse them out. I didn’t even strangle them! I should pat myself on the back for how calm and collected I’m acting right now, even though I want to blow something up… Preferably their cars so they can walk hand in hand in the cold, naked or not… That would be up to them.

“But baby-” My wife’s whiny voice pouts. Has she always sounded like a dog whistle and I was just too damn blind with… whatever the hell it is I was with her, that I never knew?

“This is MY house! Five seconds,” I cut her off. “By the way, I’ll be calling Nash in the morning. You won’t be getting anything that you didn’t earn. And Jack…” I chuckle darkly. “You remember our contract right? You won’t be getting anything that isn’t already in your bank account either,” I state pulling my phone out of my pocket.

“Times up,” I state.

“You’re gonna regret this, Colt!” Jack says grabbing his crap and pulling Belle with him through my still open door.

“Regret being your friend?” I ask. “I already do. Kicking you outta my house? Never gonna happen,” I say, slamming the door on the two of them and locking it.

I can hear the both of them yelling and begging from behind the door and I just don’t give a damn… However, Belle still has things in my room and I want them out. I want no trace of her left in my home. And this is my home. I bought it before I was even dating Belle… And to think she invited Jack here… How dare she? Well, we will see if this is all worth it in the end…

Actually, I suppose she did me a favor. I don’t know how long its been going on and how long she would’ve strung me along like the gold digger Anna warned me about.

I go into my room and grab a bag and start stuffing all of Belle’s clothes and other random things in. I’m keeping my jewelry that I bought for her. She doesn’t deserve any of it. If nothing else, I can sell it back and get my money… I could also save it and give it to mom or Anna… Who knows? I may just donate it to some poor woman who looks like she could use it… Any of those sound better than to let Belle get her grubby claws on it.

As I’m packing, I wonder, not for the first time tonight, how long she has only been my wife for the money and comfort I bring her? Is that really all I was to her? An object she could flash around and deep pockets to fill her void with random crap to make her feel pretty?

She’s been working at the salon since we married, making enough money for her to play with, but mostly she just uses mine. I didn’t mind… until now. Now I feel like the world’s biggest sap!

When I asked her to marry me two years ago, she was from a poor family… Well, not poor exactly. Just in comparison to my family. Both her parents were teachers at the local high school. They made things work. Both Nancy and Frank are decent people and I don’t blame them for their daughter.

I thought she was different. I thought she loved me. Some of my buddies warned me she was a gold digger, but I didn’t listen. I guess I should’ve. I know Anna was purely against it. They were in the same grade at school and the things she told me… Well, I didn’t want to believe my little sister was right.