Wait! Susie, you must understand. She’s still my wife.” I said as I approached a partially opened office door, closing it again.
I swallowed deeply. "Look, Susie. I'm not going to cross that line. I know here recently we've had some intimate moments. But that was a mistake on both of our parts. We should have never gotten physical with one another, especially after I had already married someone else, it was wrong, darling, and I apologize for not showing more restraint back then. I think you are a great girl and friend to me, but that's all we've ever been, and I think we should keep it that way.
No movement and quiet filled the office.
I stood there wondering what would explode next because she refused to look in my direction.
"It's because of Zari!" She said my wife's name with a heavy resentment, and I bristled. I stood, shoving my hands in my front pocket as she continued talking with so much malice.
"What is it with her? How can you be drawn to someone who can’t even light a candle to me in wealth, education, and class? She comes from poorness and lacks sophistication! What do you see in her?! You were supposed to be my husband, not hers! What makes her so special?! One of us got to go! There isn't enough room on the planet for both of us!"
My head snapped up as I looked Susie squarely in the eye. "I don't like your tone. Susie, I'm not your husband. Please don't ask me questions about another female like we're married to one another! Our relationship was wrong from the beginning and is still wrong now! I am legally in a committed relationship! Zari is my wife!”
Then she says, in a soft voice. "I didn't mean anything by it. It's just that I thought after two or three years that you were willing to ask Zari for a divorce. I thought you were ready for us to spend whatever time I had left." Susie softly states.
"Susie, I've been meaning to ask you. When will I be able to see proof of your health condition?"
Susie grabs her coat, putting it over her body. She stood up. "What?! You don't trust me!" She yelled.
"You want me to take your word, and for years I have, but why can't I see proof that you are very ill? When you do things like you did tonight, like make sexual advances toward me as often as you do, even though you say you are very sick. I've always wondered about your health at times like right now. I have never known anyone to be sick as you claim but have energy for as much sex as you do."
"Oh, she's poisoned your mind! Just because I don't want to deprive you of pleasure and make you suffer like she does! You are doubting me when I only want to keep you happy. I can't stand that she's stealing you away from me!" She said, refusing to address my statements about her illnesses.
"Susie, listen to yourself. You can't have something stolen from you that was never really yours. If Zari hadn't returned home, nothing would have changed, Susie. I like you and tried to be by your side and was willing to keep my promise to Lucas, but I can't do what you requested of me as a married man. Sure, no marriage is perfect. But my parents have been together 35 years through the good and bad, and they are still together. My grandparents have been together for almost twice that amount of time. I guess I inherited their stick-to-it-ness. So let's not do this anymore, Susie; let us remain friends."
Susie stared as she stood there, frozen as the pain sank into the cavity of her heart. She didn't know what to say, but she knew what she needed to do.
"Dev, you always had to get your way. I guess that's my fault. But, no matter how much I've tried, look where it's gotten me." Susie started to cry, saying. "Look at what you've done."
"What have I done? Look, I'm sorry if I hurt you, Susie. That was not my intention, but I never led you on or promised you we would be in a marital relationship. If you got that impression along the way, I sincerely apologize."
It was time for me to move on. The cracks in our perfectly orchestrated situationship were starting to show. We had some great times, some excellent times. But it was getting out of hand. If I didn't end this now, it would degrade further. Zari needed my full attention, and Susie thought she deserved something I couldn’t offer her, especially my time and heart. And I wouldn't entertain anyone trying to come in between Zari and me any longer. I took her purse off the table and handed it to her. Susie stood up, slipping and pressing her supple body against mine. She laid her face against my arm.
"Dev, please don’t let us part this way. I don't think it's fair you won't give us a chance. If it doesn't work out, then we could end it. So please stay with me."
I turned around and put my hands on her shoulders, holding her away at arm's length. "I'll always be here as your friend." She looked up at me as her hope was crumbling. She forced her hands and arms around my waist, hugging me tightly. I extricated myself from her arms.
"Take care of yourself, Susie."
Before she could walk out the door, she said. "I think you underestimate my ability. You will be mined; you wait and see!"
I walked out the door across to the elevators. "I'll be waiting for you to change your mind, Dev. She won't be here forever."
The elevator doors dinged and opened. I stepped inside. Susie stood there fighting back her tears. She clenched her teeth.
'It's not over. I'm not going to give up!’
She shut the door and leaned against it, tears hovering over her eyes. 'I let my guard down too late. But, on the other hand, she thought, 'maybe I was a little too harsh.' But I have to give it my all, and next time I can't afford to make any mistakes."
Later that evening, when I left the office the ride down the elevator felt like a relief. But then I rested against the wall during the ride, and disconcerted thoughts entered my brain. "What did she mean, 'She won't be here forever?' I tried to shake away the negative thoughts but couldn't.
"Could it be possible that Susie had something to do with Zari’s accident? No, she wouldn't go that far. Or would she?
What will she try and do next? Devon nervously wondered.
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The Devon Hightower stood at his North Carolina estate's home. The man had it all; he was tall and handsome, with pale skin and dark eyes in the backdrop of his jet-black hair. He stood there looking out the large window at all his sprawling land as he watched the moon as it glistened off the lake. He sighed as he walked back into the living room and sat down, still holding the half-empty glass of royal crown. He was at wit's end, with his thoughts not knowing who would want to hurt Zari. Sure, he may have had enemies here and there, but not Zari. She was loved by most who allowed themselves to get to know his wife. He thought about Susie. Sure, she's childish and jealous. But would her jealousy make her go that far? Besides, the cops said it was a man they found in the crashed car. Who is he? Was he just some random thief trying to hold my wife for ransom because he knew she had married into wealth? That I will never know until Zari gets well. How silly of me to try and make my wife
Zari had a couple of hours before they would discharge her from the hospital. With a smile on his face, the beautiful stranger kissed her hand. “I’ll be right back.” Devon left the hospital to go shopping for Zari. He knew her style and taste. He purchased a dress in her favorite color, purple, a lavender pair of two-hundred-dollar silk panties, and a matching bra for her to wear home. A couple of silver high heels, and he put her 24-carat white diamond wedding ring on a platinum chain for her to wear around her neck, along with platinum diamond earrings. Devon had the salespeople wrap all her presents in a large gift box. An hour later, Zari looked at the tall, slender, handsome guy as he entered the hospital room, giving her the gift box. She wondered why he cared or why he bothered to do the things he did for her. She could not place him anywhere in the shadowy figure of her past or even within her present. Each time her heart beat a little faster. "These are for you? How are yo
"You just did. Maybe you had more complicated feelings back then than you do now. Some changes may be for the better. Don’t you think?" "I must be insane. Why can't I remember, yet I'm sitting here doing the opposite of what I would do? I must be insane!" "Don't say that. You're not crazy! You have an amazing mind that will come to you soon. At least I hope all the good times we shared." "You think so?" She asked. All this compelled me to search my soul anew. I want to remember these good times he speaks of so fondly. But simultaneously, the most vibrant, energized emotions he stirs within me bring me distraught and confusion. "Of course, that’s what I will be working on." And I will help you, and I will always be there." "Really...always? Despite if I Never remember you?" "Always." He assured her. Zari could have sworn she was in a fantastic dream. Strangled thoughts and a baffling memory perplexed and held her in their grip. While this sensual dream only got better as the
“Look, I want to hear why you feel that way. But not before you hear one of the greatest love stories ever told. I’m going to finish preparing our dinner. Okay, now stop worrying and crying.” Devon made dinner, pasta with grilled vegetables, salad, and bread. Serving dinner gave him something else to focus on besides how having her home with him felt. How amazing she smelled. “Dinner is ready.” When she entered the kitchen, she wore a crop top and shorts that hugged her sexy plump backside, and her hair looked different too. “What happened to your hair?” He asked as he dished up the pasta, vegetables, and garlic bread—then opened the chilled bottle of chardonnay he had gotten from the cellar. “Oh, my hair met a flat iron.” “I see you like changing things up fairly quickly.” “This is my style.” Her cute smile exposed the dimples he adored. “This pasta is amazing looking.” “Don’t be too impressed. It’s about the extent of my culinary expertise.” “I’m very impressed, and it
"That truly was a great romantic story. Thank you for sharing it with me." "Did it bring back any memories?" Devon asked hopefully. "If that was my life, it was amazing, romantic, and enjoyable to hear. But somehow, I feel there must have been more in my life. Nothing seemed to jar even the slightest memory or evoked the slighted feeling of love and happiness you describe." "Nothing?" Devon asked, concerned. "I'm sorry I don't mean to disappoint you. Maybe there was more pain than happiness?" "No! Not true!" He exclaimed. "How can you only remember the bad? And what is this bad that you are recalling?" "We both are tired; it's been a long day. Maybe I'll share it with you tomorrow. Good night Dev." Zari said, sashaying out of the dining room to the guest bedroom. ****** After breakfast, Zari found everything hard to believe. She was confused, like she was outside of herself, looking in. It isn't easy to explain. And she will never mention these things again to the lovely
“Should I continue?” Zari asked. “Uhmm, I don't know, this seems painful, and I can't see how this will help you to recall your memories." but recalling such negativity’s not draining too much, right?” "But I wanted to share what I recall to help you see you are not my husband. You are a kind and sweet man. I know you couldn't be my husband because you would never treat me like he did. So please let me continue to share. I don't want you to get your hopes up high that we were ever married." Devon sighed heavily. “It's not necessary, but okay, continue." Now where was I? Oh yes. Over time I began to feel discouraged over not finding work and that Devon was always too busy. I kept looking for a job, hoping he wouldn't have to work so much and maybe we could spend more time together as a couple. But every morning, I would rise at 5 am and give my man a hot breakfast and sweet kisses before he left for work. Then around 6:30 am. I would get on my laptop for two to three hours, mayb
Devon excitement to share their Wedding Album. Zari saw the man's hurt and anger, and she was afraid to say anymore. "You were right. I can see it is too painful for you. I don't want to hurt you." Zari said, getting up from the island and leaving the kitchen as she headed to her room, locking the door. Devon shook his head and slammed his fist into the other as he left the kitchen. Zari's head was hurting; it bothered her to have memories enter her brain and then try to make sense of them. Some days little memories would come to her mind; other days, she would have clear, concise memories of what she went through. Yet, none of these memories ever has anything to do with the man who claimed to be her husband. All her memories are about the man she remembers. It was uncanny how she couldn't remember his face with vivid clarity. It's beyond her wildest imagination! How she married outside her culture and the man she remembers and the one who says he's her husband are clearly of ano
As the days and weeks went by, before I knew it, a month had come and gone, with me watching my wife from a distance. It was a quiet month; she stayed in the primary bedroom we once shared most of the time. When I would see her briefly, it was sometimes in passing in the hallways or kitchen. Each time I would be shocked by her appearance. The makeup, constant hairstyle change, and clothing were unlike the Zari I had known for three years. Her clothing style was far sexier and more provocative, and the hairstyles were very hip-hop hair do’s. Sometimes when I came home, I would hear music blaring from our bedroom. Nothing made sense, but that kiss we shared the other night. It was good, as ever, and, in some ways, far better than before. I can't even compare the old Zari with the new. But I didn't say anything to her; I accepted she had physically and mentally changed. But I wonder what about emotionally. Did she still love me deep down, inside her closed-off mind and heart? Zari spent