similar, anyone could be fooled by it. But I wasn’t just anyone. I knew my body better than anyone else; and that, wasn’t my body. Where I had full D cups the woman in the picture barely had C’s. I knew it was a fake just as soon as he handed it to me at the front door. But seeing that, if he would have just let me show it to him, would have cleared my name of this whole thing.
A knock at my window brought me from my inner turmoil. I looked up through tear stained eyes to see Henry standing next to my car. I sobbed that much harder, laying my head on the steering wheel. Before I knew it my door was open and I was gathered into strong arms. His hands made small circles against my back in a soothing motion. He cooed at me to get my crying to tamper down.
“Oh sweetie…We both know that it’s a lie.” He exhaled.
I nodded my head. “I do. But B…Brad w…won’t listen t…to me. He h…hates me Mr. T…Titan,” I cried out between sobs.
“Oh angel,” he cooed, wrapping me in his arms even tighter. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”
We stood there clutching each other for what felt like hours, but was probably mere minutes. I sighed. Stepping back from his embrace, I wiped my eyes. The sobs finally easing up enough so that I could drive. My heart still ached from the knife Brad stuck there, probably always would. He’d been my world, then tragedy struck. It’s like that famous Shakespearean play, Romeo and Juliet. Except Romeo doesn’t die, he does the slaying.
“Mr. Titan…I know I don’t have to repeat myself, especially to you. But…that was not me in the picture.”
He chuckled. “I know, Claire. I would recognize that body anywhere. Trust me, dear. I know this is too much information, but, I’ve seen that body naked for the last twenty years.”
My eyes jerked to his laughing ones. I was so confused. “Say what?”
His laughter boomed from his lips. “That my dear Claire, was my wife.” He raised his hands to smooth his hair back into place. “I’ve been waiting for her to pull something like this. But I never expected her to go this far. She’s been all but dying for a divorce. She is a real snake that one. Instead of just filing for divorce, she staged the whole thing. Of course, she’s acting like she’s heartbroken and Brad’s playing right into her ploy. But don’t doubt it, the truth will come out.”
I was surprised as shit at what he said. I stood there for several minutes, mouth hanging ajar just staring at him. He smiled before asking me if I was hungry. I wasn’t really, but I knew that we had more to talk about. Having dinner was the perfect chance to talk without being interrupted. It wasn’t an idea situation we found ourselves in, but it was what life threw at us. Halfway through the dinner that’s when I connected the dots to the box on my bed. It had been from Brad. That’s what my mom had been trying to tell me before I left. Right now I wished I had stopped and saw what she wanted.
After having dinner with him and showing him the letter I got from New York, his face had filled with pride. If for just a minute I forgot everything that was going on around me. I let the warmth of him being proud in me, fill me up. My mother had showed me the same enthusiasm as Henry did. He told me to go for it. To get out of this Podunk town and make something of myself. Him being a terrific lawyer, I took his advice.
He must have done something right to get to where he was today. His home life was totally fucked up, but he never let anything stand in his way. Nothing. He did what he wanted, meeting every obstacle in his path with vitality, and quick wit. I would always remember him. Even if I didn’t step a foot back in this
A knock at my window brought me from my inner turmoil. I looked up through tear stained eyes to see Henry standing next to my car. I sobbed that much harder, laying my head on the steering wheel. Before I knew it my door was open and I was gathered into strong arms. His hands made small circles against my back in a soothing motion. He cooed at me to get my crying to tamper down.
“Oh sweetie…We both know that it’s a lie.” He exhaled.
I nodded my head. “I do. But B…Brad w…won’t listen t…to me. He h…hates me Mr. T…Titan,” I cried out between sobs.
“Oh angel,” he cooed, wrapping me in his arms even tighter. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”
We stood there clutching each other for what felt like hours, but was probably mere minutes. I sighed. Stepping back from his embrace, I wiped my eyes. The sobs finally easing up enough so that I could drive. My heart still ached from the knife Brad stuck there, probably always would. He’d been my world, then tragedy struck. It’s like that famous Shakespearean play, Romeo and Juliet. Except Romeo doesn’t die, he does the slaying.
“Mr. Titan…I know I don’t have to repeat myself, especially to you. But…that was not me in the picture.”
He chuckled. “I know, Claire. I would recognize that body anywhere. Trust me, dear. I know this is too much information, but, I’ve seen that body naked for the last twenty years.”
My eyes jerked to his laughing ones. I was so confused. “Say what?”
His laughter boomed from his lips. “That my dear Claire, was my wife.” He raised his hands to smooth his hair back into place. “I’ve been waiting for her to pull something like this. But I never expected her to go this far. She’s been all but dying for a divorce. She is a real snake that one. Instead of just filing for divorce, she staged the whole thing. Of course, she’s acting like she’s heartbroken and Brad’s playing right into her ploy. But don’t doubt it, the truth will come out.”
I was surprised as shit at what he said. I stood there for several minutes, mouth hanging ajar just staring at him. He smiled before asking me if I was hungry. I wasn’t really, but I knew that we had more to talk about. Having dinner was the perfect chance to talk without being interrupted. It wasn’t an idea situation we found ourselves in, but it was what life threw at us. Halfway through the dinner that’s when I connected the dots to the box on my bed. It had been from Brad. That’s what my mom had been trying to tell me before I left. Right now I wished I had stopped and saw what she wanted.
After having dinner with him and showing him the letter I got from New York, his face had filled with pride. If for just a minute I forgot everything that was going on around me. I let the warmth of him being proud in me, fill me up. My mother had showed me the same enthusiasm as Henry did. He told me to go for it. To get out of this Podunk town and make something of myself. Him being a terrific lawyer, I took his advice.
He must have done something right to get to where he was today. His home life was totally fucked up, but he never let anything stand in his way. Nothing. He did what he wanted, meeting every obstacle in his path with vitality, and quick wit. I would always remember him. Even if I didn’t step a foot back in this
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