Maimed

He loved and married a charming but promiscuous woman. She had promised to clean up before the knots but had broken her promise ten times in three years .

He couldn’t break away, he couldn’t break free from her hold, she had a charm about her, disarming and bone crushing charm.

A week ago, she had left their three year old girl with a total stranger- their new neighbour who just moved in and had gone for hours into the evening. A man had dropped her off in front of the house at 9pm and she had sneaked in while he watched from bedroom window. He had been very mad but she was sorry and had made another empty promise with tears flowing down her cheeks. Her charm, her unearthly, irresistible charm held his very soul captive.

From his secret hideout , he watched as she stood there by the roadside, like an angel of death ready with her net and hook, sure to catch her victim- a man to maim, just like she did him.

She wore her deceptive angelic outfit – in which her body was all covered up in the traditional long gown with her finger and toe tips peeping through the baggy sleeves and hem respectively, loose men could look at her just once and spend all their lives desiring her.

He watched as she occasionally looked at her wrist watch. Her demeanour revealed slight impatience and from her left hand hung a mini travelling bag which she switched from hand to hand every now and then – he had bought her that gorgeous bag as a present and she liked it so much and had thanked him a thousand times for it.

The man she was waiting for arrived. She hopped in.

He followed them.

After fifteen minutes drive, the car packed in front of a grand hotel. They came down and he saw the fair man she was with. He was everything more superior except of course his good nature. That had been the painful part.

“I’m sure to commit murder for the first time in my life, with my bare hands,” he had said to himself.

Right before his very eyes, the fair man held her hand, palm to palm. He glared at their entwined fingers as they walked past the gate into the compound.
As he kept looking at the fingers, he spotted the gold ring – their marriage symbol

I bought that ring with my hard earned money. She’s wearing my ring and yet with another….”

He bent his head and looked down to ease the sharp pain in his heart. When next he looked up at them, the lady’s head was on the fair man’s shoulder.

“Its definitely over, can’t take this anymore,” he said to himself, and began to walk away.

His phone vibrated.

He turned to look at them. She was making a call while the fair man stood close, too close to be taken.

He picked his call, she was the one.

“I know you’re following me. I know its hard for you to see me this way, its not easy for me too. You’re the only man I truly love but I cant help myself. I’m sorry but you just have to go home and forget all about me. Please take care of our baby. I’ll wear this ring for you, and I ‘ll always love you. I’m leaving because of you, to set you free. Please forgive me.”

He felt the wave in his ear, it went all the way down to his heart and bones and he went limp.
He watched as she kept the phone back into her purse and they disappeared hand in hand into the hotel.

She kills me and wakes me up over and over again- and now, I’m dead.”

He looked at the hotel one more time and and for the first time in his married life he felt free but but hopeless .

6 thoughts on “Maimed

  1. A woman born to be left. One day, she will wear her looks badly and have miniscule memories of what may have been. She will be lonely, bereft and her rheumy eyes will reach the faces of meaningless trysts that don’t keep her warm or soothe her pains.
    Great story thank you for resting it here.😇

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    1. Well said. I’m glad you’re touched by it. Exactly what I expected her fate to be eventually. It’s going to be such a terrible consequence. I only wish she left such despicable dirth to embraced a cleaner lifestyle, just for the poor man and her baby. Thanks for your comment ellenbest24. It means a lot to me.

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