Cheating Wife Did A Shocking Thing Before Our Marriage! 

Then tell me, what did you think would happen when you came home from your weekend trip? Did you think I would be a good little husband and thank the old man for being with my fiance?

No. I hoped you would never find out. I love you. I never wanted to hurt you. It would be my little secret, tucked away forever, she answered. You thought you would go away for a weekend, just turn your phone off and disappear without telling me where you were going.

and I wouldn’t figure out you had been unfaithful.

He looked at her like she was the village idiot. Yet she kept talking.

Even if you did find out, I knew you loved me enough to see the fairness of it and we would get married and live happily ever after.

Fairness? The word rire of rage. What is everything you know about me would lead you to believe I would still marry you after you had an affair? Scotty said.

She started to speak. Ryan shouted her down. Scotty said, “Naive. He’s an opportunist who found a naive woman he could control.” “No, he’s a very caring man who wanted to help our marriage succeed,” she replied. “How many times have you had intimacy with him or any other man?” “I swear there were no other men,” she replied. “Then how many times have you had intimacy with him?” Not that many. Seven or eight? She answered.

You had another man seven or eight times while we were engaged, and you think that’s not that many? Caroline sobbed. I did it for us to make our marriage succeed.

Think back to that conversation when I confessed I wasn’t a virgin. I never told you I had intimacy with three girls before you. What I did say was I had intimacy three times. each and every time was with Sally Mcdana, the girl with whom I was going steady before I met you. We were going to run away together after we graduated. That came to a quick halt when her mother caught us. You know how that story ends. The next day, they left town and I never heard from her again. I met you the next month. Since that day, I haven’t so much as kissed another woman, let alone made love with them. Caroline felt sick. So that puts you ahead seven or 8 to three.

I guess I have to have four or five other women to make us equal.

No, I she stammered. Since I have no idea what happened to Sally, do you think that jerk would say I’m entitled to have four or five different women to make us equal? How about your best friend Laura? You always said you didn’t trust her around me. Maybe your sister.

She’s not going out with anyone. No, Ryan. Oh, please no. She answered. Give me one good reason why not, he demanded.

I’ll end the affair and won’t go with him for the weekend. You have to understand. I made a mistake, but I did it for us, she answered. No, you did it for you and only you. Please, Ryan, give me another chance, she begged. You’re eight times too late for that. I could never trust you again.

Please give me another chance. I swear I’ll never Ryan held up his hand. She stopped talking. What you did was pure evil. There is no us anymore. You destroyed that. And there won’t be a wedding ever.

No, don’t say that. I love you. I swear I’ll never cheat on you again. She begged. What hurts even more than your betrayal is you never came to me when you were having doubts. Me? The man you claim to love? I don’t know what I would have said or done, but I can promise I would not have told you to have an affair with a married man. Only a marriage wrecking woman would do that.

Silence.

Caroline could almost feel the bony fingers of death tearing her soul, her every dream out of her chest. She was having trouble breathing and could taste bile in her mouth. What do you think your mother is going to call you when I tell her we’re not getting married?

Because in addition to sampling cake, you’ve been auditioning men. A real old man. Caroline responded by screaming, “No, I will make sure everyone knows what you did. All of our families and friends will know we are not getting married because you had an affair with a married man.” Ryan grabbed her left hand and damn near tore her finger off, retrieving the engagement ring from his ex- fiance. “No, that’s mine. You gave it to me.” Her arms flailed at him, trying to recover the symbol of their commitment. You betrayed us. You betrayed everything this ring stands for. He held it tight in his fist. It’s over. I can’t marry you. Please leave before I hurt you.

The finality of the words tore hard into Caroline. She tried to talk, but her mouth wouldn’t form the words. Instead, she made a sound like a dying man fighting for his last breath. Her eyes were huge and her body was shaking.

Still, no words came. The room grew quiet. Tears ran down Ryan’s cheeks. “I haven’t felt like this since my dad died.” Caroline tore through her memory, trying to find the right words to save her marriage, but nothing came. That was when she finally realized she had been played.

A sharp knock on the door interrupted the silence. Caroline snapped out of her shock and composed herself enough to say, “Oh my god, that’s Scott. I’ll tell him to leave. Please don’t cause any trouble.” Ryan grabbed the baseball bat he kept next to the door. I’m not going to cause trouble. I’m going to kill him right here in the foyer while you watch.

Caroline jumped up and tried to stop him. He’s not worth going to jail for. I really don’t care. He stepped around her. I have nothing to live for, but if I kill him, that will make us even for the pain he caused me. She tried calling his cell phone to warn him. The call went straight to voicemail. Ryan held the bat in one hand as he opened the door. He was ready to drop the old man in his tracks. Instead, he was greeted by two police officers. He released his grip on the bat. It hit the ceramic tile floor with a sharp crack. The officers ignored him. Excuse me, ma’am. Are you Caroline Bradley? What’s the problem, officer? The policeman stepped inside and closed the door. Do you know a Mrs.

Loretta Jenkins?

I work for her husband, Scott, she replied. The officers shot each other and looked like they were in on a private joke.

Is everything all right? Did something happen to Loretta? No, ma’am. But about an hour ago, Mrs. Jenkins murdered her husband in the living room of their house. Caroline passed out and hit the floor hard. Ryan walked to the kitchen and came back with a far too large pot full of water. He threw it in her face.

Her once beautifully quaffured hair looked like a drowned rat. It was a couple of minutes before she was able to speak. In a soft voice, she said, “Oh my god, Scotty is dead.” She sobbed. “Yes, ma’am.” She shot him six times in the chest with a 38 caliber revolver, then reloaded and shot him six more times point blank in the face. The detectives said it was the most coldblooded thing they ever saw. Damn near took his head off. The only sound was Ryan laughing.

The police looked at him like he was crazy. I guess she didn’t give her husband permission to go away with you this weekend after all. We need you to come down to the station, ma’am. Mrs.

Jenkins told a neighbor she was going to kill you for destroying her marriage. We have half a dozen squads patrolling the neighborhood, but they think you would be safer downtown. Her face had a pasty, catatonic look. “Don’t come back, you cheating woman.” His voice trailed off as his ex- fiance let loose with a horrific scream. What did you think I was going to do when I found out? The police officers half carried Caroline out to their car. Ryan watched the blue lights fade into the distance as he tried to figure out how his life had turned to Three stiff shots of Jack loosened his tongue. The fourth loosened his writing abilities. He opened Caroline’s laptop and began composing an email to everyone she had an address for. Family, friends, co-workers, the choir at church.

everyone. Ryan titled it, Why I Won’t Be Marrying Caroline Bradley, the Cheating Woman. If you watch the news tonight, the lead story will be about a middle-aged woman who murdered her husband for being with a 25-year-old cheating woman. I’m ashamed to say it, but the woman is my ex- fiance. Yep.

Little Miss Prim and proper Caroline, who always looked down her nose at her friends for sleeping around, is responsible for a 60-year-old man being shot dead. Yes, she was seeing a guy older than her father. So now you know why I’m not getting married. Thank God this happened before I ruined my life by marrying that cheating woman. Because once a cheat, always a cheat.

P.S.

The police are hiding Caroline because her Paramore’s widow is hunting for her to kill her. I hope she succeeds.

Within a couple of minutes after he hit the send key, he had a halfozen responses. Then his phone began to ring.

The first call was from the local newspaper asking for an interview. He sent the reporter a couple of pictures of her wearing a skimpy bikini. Then he told him the story of her betrayal.

Next, he agreed to be interviewed on the air by the local radio station. Ryan spent the next couple of hours talking to reporters and answering emails. Most were very supportive, including Caroline’s friends and family. When he grew tired of telling the story, he took a break and started shoving everything of Caroline’s into a heavyduty garbage bag. He eventually filled four bags. He dragged them out to the front of the garage by the garbage cans.

Ryan lived in a bedroom suburb which hasn’t had a murder in over 5 years. So the next morning, the local newspaper ran a banner headline, “A love triangle ends in death.” The TV stations also descended on his peaceful subdivision. Each had led the evening’s news with a picture of the On the Lamb suspect, as well as Ryan’s ex- fiance in a bikini and the victim.

It was pitch black outside when Ryan decided to finish the bottle of bourbon.

The next morning, a TV crew showed up in time to video a locksmith changing the locks. He finished by posting no trespassing signs all around the house.

2 hours later, police found Loretta Jenkins sleeping in her car a couple of blocks away from Caroline’s apartment.

She was arrested without incident. Ryan was hung over when someone began banging on his front door. Go away, he yelled.

It’s the police, was the response. He opened the door. Mr. Ericson, your fianceé wants to come home so she can explain what happened. I don’t have a fiance, and this isn’t her home. He pointed at the squad car. This is my home. It will never be her home. Please take her away because I might do something I would later regret. He stepped outside and pointed at the garbage bags. That’s everything of hers.

I would appreciate it if you tell her I will never forgive her nor speak to her ever again. Never. He could hear her screaming from the squad car. Ryan, I love you. He slammed the door and cranked the TV up. He punched in the channel for the movie channel and sat back to watch a black and white western.

No one ever came forward to admit to sending the pictures that tipped off Jenin’s wife about the affair, but everyone agreed Scotty’s secretary had a mighty smug look on her face when she showed up Monday morning. Caroline became a pariah in town. She was, of course, fired before she could even walk into her office. With the owner dead and his wife’s very expensive lawyers being unsuccessful in proving temporary insanity, the business was sold to a Chinese investor who promptly laid everyone off and moved the operation to a small island nation.