Revenge after Separation

Revenge after separation

Scrolling through the telephone Max had left behind was something Kim had not meant do to. In hindsight she had no idea what had possessed her to pick up the phone and scroll through text message, but she had, something she now regretted.

There was no answer when she rang the number, a number that was stored under S for Sexy. A shiver ran down her spine as she recalled how Max used to whisper into her ear “You’re so sexy darling,” right before his hand found her buttocks.

Trying hard to push aside any of those memories, of Max making love to her in front of the fire place, of Max bringing her breakfast in bed, of Max, stop it she shouted at herself and went to the cd player to turn on the music. Perhaps loud noise would be enough of a distraction.

Glancing at the clock Kim realized Max would be home in an hour. The beeping of her own phone momentarily distracted her.

‘sorry babe got to go to work meeting will be home a bit later – sorry sexy xxoo’

Part of her could not believe he called her sexy and the other part started planning her revenge. If Max was going to be late he would get the welcome home he deserved.

Quickly Kim got to work. First she sent a text message to sexy, hoping there was only one woman he was seeing as opposed to several, telling this woman that Max could not make it tonight because of an urgent doctors appointment. According to the message Max had been suffering pain in his penis since their last rendezvous and he was keen to get it checked out. Preliminary investigation pointed to a sexual disease of some sort.

Next, Kim packed all of Max’s clothes into a box after she had cut holes into most of his t-shirts and cut the crutch out of all his pants. Since he could not keep his dick in his pants there was not need for a crotch as far as she could tell.

Two hours later, her job done, boxes piled out the front, Kim locked the door and left. On the door there was a note for Max.

Sipping champagne and soaking in a hot spa bath at the most expensive hotel in town, the room charged to Max’ credit card, Kim stared at her phone as message after message appeared on the small screen.

‘what’s going on babe?’

‘where r u babe?’

‘what the fuck r you playing at?’

Eventually she grew tired and simply switched the phone off.

A week later Kim went to see a lawyer. There had been a visit from a nice police officer as well as some threatening messages from Max. She needed to know what she should do.

By the time she left her lawyer Kim had another plan. It had not been too difficult to work out who S for sexy was and armed with the address and a can of spray paint Kim found the woman.

It did not take long to write ‘home wrecker’ on the pavers in the front yard of the address. Unfortunately it did not make her fell better. The empty hollow feeling was still there.

On the way home Kim made a few phone calls.

“Yes, I know you’ll keep the deposit we paid to have our reception at your place but I cannot do anything about that. I understand your policy. No there will not be a wedding. At least not next month.”

By the time the church, reception, photographer and cater had been cancelled Kim felt worn out. The collision was not a huge one, but one that meant she received a cut to her forearm, resulting in a trip to hospital.

The young doctor attending to her was great. He was good looking, charming and funny. Once her wound was dressed he asked how she was going to get home.

It was then she burst into tears.

Several hours later Jack, the doctor from hospital, lowered her gently onto her couch and then proceeded to the kitchen to see what was in the fridge for dinner.

After two glasses of wine and some pain killers Kim drifted off to sleep. The last thing she remembered was jack telling her he would make sure he would look after her. What a great world we live in, thought Kim. You never knew what or who was around the next corner. Perhaps leaving Max had been a blessing in disguise.