I spent the night, and returned to Mexico the next day, thoroughly exhausted. I had held onto five grand, for expenses. Still managed to leave over $80, 000 in the new account. I made the drive back home, once again paying cash for everything.
There was a lot of risk in what I was doing, without that much payoff, but I couldn’t help myself. I still burned with anger. At my wife, the cheating whore, her slut partner, and my ex-best-friend, who’d been banging both of them.
With the money two steps removed, I started part two of the payback. Back to my internet cafe, VPNs in place, I inserted the USB, and started uploading. It took the better part of two hours to complete my machinations, and then the emails started their inevitable path of destruction.
My anonymous mail drop in Denmark was converting emails into snail mail, and mailing them off to the desired recipients for less than $2. 00 a piece and a $100 setup fee. A few hundred dollars to maximize the pain. Digital and hard-copy, taking no chances.
I destroyed all the evidence I could of my involvement and sat back.
* * *
The next few days were ugly. My phone never stopped ringing, with angry spouses screaming into the answering machine about what a slut and whore I was. I assumed those calls were for my loving wife. The company website was shutdown, to no surprise.
I called the police, and reported my wife missing for the last 4 days. They asked why I hadn’t reported her missing earlier, and explained that she’d been out to visit her family, and when I hadn’t heard from her, I contacted them and they knew nothing about the visit. I gave them the information on her car, and told them that she’d removed several thousand dollars from our back account. Over $6, 000. They took my information but didn’t seem overly concerned. I know it appeared she just took off.
Sunday morning I had a visit from the police. I welcomed them into the house, and explained I hadn’t seen my wife in a week. I told them about her disappearing and my reporting it. They had a warrant, and took my wife’s computer. Good luck with that. They probably would have taken my laptop, except I had left it at work. Not by accident. Their little visit was anticipated.
I let them go through her belongings, and I confessed that it only looked like she’d taken a few outfits. Not more than a week’s worth. Minimal amount of cosmetics, too.
“Looks like she left in a hurry,” one of them said.
“I have no idea. She called me and told me she had to visit her family, and she was gone when I got home.”
“How long have you been involved in this scheme of theirs?” he asked.
“Since day one, I’ve helped her with the cleaning business. I didn’t know about their ‘extra’ services until I received an email a couple of days ago. Not the kind of thing a man likes to find out about his supposed faithful wife,” I told them.
They had a few more questions, and in the end, I promised I’d contact them if I heard from her. I didn’t figure it would be the last time I’d see them.
I decided to pay my best friend a visit. Ex-best friend, I should say, although he may not have known that yet.
He opened his door to me and ushered me into his house. “God, I can’t believe what I’m hearing about your wife and Gail. Is any of it true?” he asked.
As if he didn’t know. Fucking asshole. “I don’t know. She took off several days ago, and I haven’t heard from her since. It doesn’t look good.”
His new wife Alice came out to join us, and offered me a beer. From the way she was acting, it appeared that Nick had managed to intercept any information about this involvement.
Nick was acting nervous, but he tried to put on a good act. “I’m so sorry to hear this. I never would have expected it from Brenda, from either of them. If there’s anything I can do to help, you can count on me.”
Alice sat down beside him, holding his hand. How sweet.
I pulled out the pictures from my jacket pocket, and spread them out in front of them. “You could tell me how long you’ve been fucking Gail, and if you’ve been fucking my wife as well?” I told him.
The look of shock on his face was great to see. He started to reach for the pictures, and I saw his wife pull some of them over in front of her. “Nick?” she asked softly, the worried look on her face painful.
Nick tried to grab up the pictures. “It’s not what it looks like, baby,” he said. “This was a long time ago, before you and I got involved.”
“The day after your honeymoon? You weren’t involved then?” I asked.
I could see him getting angry. “Where did you get this? It’s all fake!”
I sat back and sipped from my beer. “Funny thing about that. I received an anonymous email asking me if I knew what my wife and her partner were up to. Sadly I didn’t. Now I do. Her scheduling logs accompanied the email. Looks like you were getting their VIP treatment at least once every two weeks for the last six months. I received a nice video of one of your cleaning sessions. Would you like to watch it?”
Still in denial, he turned to his new wife. “It’s not what you think. I swear, it was just cleaning.”
“According to the schedule, Brenda’s team took care of you 3 out of 4 times. As you can imagine, I find that a little disturbing. My supposed best friend is fucking my wife every couple of weeks. Why would you do that, Nick? Why would you fuck around with Brenda? Especially when you’d been engaged to Alice almost that entire time?”
“I… I didn’t,” he whined.
I sighed. Standing up, I turned to Alice. “If you want to see the evidence I have, you’re welcome to stop by any time. It’s pretty damning. He fucked Gail twice after a welcome home blowjob, the day after you guys got back.”
“Why?” Nick asked me. “Why are you doing this?”
“You fucked my wife, you asshole!”
“Everyone was doing it. It wasn’t going to change anything between us.”
I laughed. “It changes everything. Next time I see you, you fucking bastard, you’d better start running. I’m going to destroy you, and you’ve got it coming.”
“Dave…”
“Shut the fuck up! Don’t ever say my name again. Don’t speak to me, unless you’re begging me to stop hitting you.” I turned to the door, “Have a lousy life, dipshit.”
* * *
It was almost midnight, when I found Gail tapping on the back door glass. I went to let her in, she looked like shit.
“Where is she? I have to talk to her,” Gail whined.
“Whore number two. So nice of you to come over,” I said.
She turned red. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. We were already slowing things down. You have to believe me Dave. Brenda and I weren’t involved in the VIP treatment anymore. We had escorts who did that.”
“I have pictures and video that say otherwise,” I reminded her.
She sat down, clearly upset. “Just a couple of the original regulars. That’s all. Even those we were weaning off the service. It was just until we got the business off the ground.”
“I understand. You were only part-time whores, now. How could I have missed it?”
“Please, Dave. Where is she? I have to talk to her.”
“I don’t know. I really don’t. Haven’t seen or heard from her since she left.”
Gail gazed at me nervously. “This isn’t your doing, is it?”
“I wish it were. I’d rather she was here, and I could tell her what I think of her cheating whoring ways, face-to-face. So much harder to get a divorce for abandonment.”
“She… she took our money. Almost all of it. I need that money. I need it for lawyers. Ron threw me out. I’m not even going to fight him about that, I can’t be in that house. The police have been there, lots of angry wives, the phone calls never stop. My family knows. Everyone knows,” she was crying now. Poor little slut, feeling sorry for herself.
I got up and opened a bottle of wine, pouring her a glass. She took it and drank down half of it quickly. I refilled it for her.