The Framed Wife's Revenge의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 6

I forcefully dragged him out of the hall, got him into the first room I found, a small sitting room off the east corridor, and shut the door on the guests who were still buzzing about what had just happened."Mark, What the hell just happened?! Where did that video come from?!"My voice came out unsteady. I hated it."It doesn't matter where it came from." He wasn't looking at me. "It was you. It was unmistakably you.""It wasn't me! I swear to God I have never met that man in my life!"He didn't answer. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and stood there like a stone, his gaze wandering at nothing in particular. After the unbearable moment of silence I crossed the room and took hold of his arms."Please believe me! Five years, Mark. Five years and I have never lied to you once, not about anything, not even small things." I was begging now, and the tears had started. I was gripping him hard enough to feel the seam of his jacket. "I don't know how that video exists. I don't know wh

The garage door was up when I got there, which meant somebody had told Mark I was coming.Eleven boxes against the far wall, next to the pressure washer. Brown tape, done properly. My name on the side of each one in handwriting that wasn't mine.I had two in the trunk of my car when I heard the door into the mansion."You could have called," Mark said from the doorway."I called four times.""Did you?" He came down the two steps. "Take whatever you want. I'm not going to argue about lamps.""I want my grandmother's clock.""Then take the clock. I don't care. It's worthless to me."I went back for another box. He didn't move out of the way, so I went around him. I gathered my things quietly, which seemed to agitate him."Do you know why I cheated on you?""No. I'm not interested in knowing why a man is unfaithful to his wife. It could be a million things. A tale as old as time." I set the box down. "The one thing I do know is that it isn't my fault.""The arrogance. You've got nothing

It had been three years since I moved back in with my parents. It hadn't been easy, but they took me in graciously and helped me get back on my feet. I got a job as a clerk at a local law firm and had my son, Sammy.Life was peaceful in that town. Everyone knew about the incident, but nobody asked questions, out of respect for my father. They took me back the way they had before I left.Weeks after Mark's disappearance, the reporters found me anyway. They stood outside the house and followed me to work and asked me the same thing every morning. I never gave them anything, and eventually they gave up, and after a while they stopped coming to the town at all.The question was always the same. What did I think had happened to him.The case was still open. I never got a call from the estate. The search never turned up anything. Nobody knew where he was, and he was going to be declared dead very soon.But I rarely thought about him anymore. There was a time I wanted a way to pay back every