The Worst Kind of Betrayal.

He meant the world to her. He was more than a lover…more than a friend… more than a husband…even more than a soul mate. He was practically part of her physical being! Too bad she would have to kill him…… It was your average Monday evening. Karen came home from work promptly at 5:35pm, kicked off her shoes, and de-clothed---naked at last. She pranced around the house in all her glory, awaiting the man she'd been married to for 6 years. Rob was a calm person, down to earth, loved Karen, but had this "sneaky" aura about him. Lately, he'd been "dipping out" late ate nite while she rested. No one knew what he was doing. Not even his boys.

Tuesday morning arrived. *beep* *beep* Karen's alarm rang 6:45am as loud as it pleased. She snoozed for an extra 20 minutes, then jumped up to wash, eat, and get dressed. Rob was already gone. No kiss. No "I Love You" or "See you tonite." And these were his actions and words every morning. She thought nothing of it, and moved on. At work, she was 115%. No one could compete with her. She'd been working for DataLog Systems for 8 years, and was a computer programmer for 4.
Her boss knew he could depend on her for anything, and today was one of those days.” Karen, we really need you to stay an hour later today. There are some programs that Candace and I cannot figure out, and it would be great if you could assist us. It should not take longer than an hour, but prepare yourself for about 2.

"Karen squinted and couldn't believe she'd be there for an extra 2 hours, but she agreed to do so.”All right Mr. Thomas. That's fine...."
She foned Rob at his job to let him know she'd be home later than expected. This was okay with him. Their conversation was choppy, hurried, and didn't end with the usual "See you later alligator." She wiped the small sweat beads building on her forehead. Anxiety did this to her. She was anxious about staying late at her job, about Rob and whatever was going on to make him act the way he was acting.
"Karen, these have got to be the wrong codes because, they don't seem to pull up the information needed for this account," Candace said. Karen massaged her temples, and asked Candace to move so that she could take a look at the program and try to figure it out. It took 30 minutes and 2 cups of coffee, but she did it.
"Here's the problem. Someone entered a 5 in the area which a 4 is supposed to be." Looking at numbers all day on a screen was something that came natural to Karen. "I hope this was all that was needed. I really should be getting home now." Her boss excused her. She exchanged "Good evenings" and "See you tomorrows" with both of them and left.
At home, Rob was engaging in what could be farthest from Karen's mind. It was an affair. He did not have some sexy 26 year old riding his dick as she envisioned. Camera going, her favorite CD on Track 4 in the background and, the candles weren't even lit in the living room. Instead, he was fucking someone who was close to Karen. Someone who knew every inch of her, and every move she made. She walked slowly towards their bedroom, hands shaking, and eyes watering. She could hear the moans. Rob's, "Oh My God" rite before he came was so familiar to her, she knew she would scream. She knew she would yell out to him her hurt... her pain... She pushed their bedroom door open with such force, the contact with the wall left a small indentation of the door knob in its place. It was true. She saw the two of them. Rob, and on top of him, her mother.
"Oh Shit! Baby, you're home early. Um... Shit! Shit!"
"Karen, now don't go and do anything stupid," her mother shouted.
Karen tuned them out. She turned around, walked slowly towards the bathroom, and then sat down on the toilet. Everything that had ever happened to her flashed before her eyes. She hid a small handgun in a crevice behind their toilet. Her eyes watering, hands still shaking, heart bursting inside. Karen got up from the toilet, walked back into the bedroom, and watched her husband and her mother scurry to dress themselves. Their bodies revealed in synch to her.
She spotted Rob. She pointed, aimed directly at his dick. *pow pow* The shots rang out, her mother with her back turned at first, switched positions and saw the tears in her daughter's eyes. Rob screamed and yelled obscenities that flew over Karen's head. She walked up to him, looked him dead in his eyes, and pulled the trigger once more. His head split in 2, and blood shattered all over the place. Karen walked away. From her mother. From her now dead husband. From the life she came to know.
She sat outside on their spacious porch and longed for the new life that awaited her. "Life in prison is worth it," she whispered.

©Tremaine L. Loadholt




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