|The Left Hand of God (standard:other, 1468 words)|
|Author: Cucicu||Added: Jan 25 2002||Views/Reads: 2070/1243||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A man's wife has an affair. He decides to get revenge by killing her. However, along the way, some of the tides turn. Or do they?|
The Left Hand of God You could tell she had been an extraordinarily beautiful woman. Even now, men would do a double take whenever they saw her. Of course she pretended not to notice, but this was the essence of her existence. Without it, she couldn't survive. I had been studying her quietly for about ten minutes. Her turquoise colored eyes still sparkled like they did when she was a teenager. Her hair was naturally blonde without a trace of gray. Age had been kind to her. She was sitting at the kitchen table eating a piece of toast, and didn't notice me staring at her until I walked by. "When are you going to get over this?" she said, somewhat annoyed. "It's been four months already!" I looked at her without saying a word. I walked outside and pretended to be interested in a rose bush. I didn't talk to her much for the rest of the day. Although neither one of us would admit it, we tried to avoid each other as much as possible. I was devastated when I first found out about the affair. In my mind, I perceived it as my D-Day. My world would never be the same again. I had no clue that it had been going on. I would have never found out about him except the asshole sent an email that she forgot to erase. "Jesus Chris, Sonny. I only slept with him a couple of times! He means nothing to me," she said. I'm not sure if there were any others. God knows, many have tried. Looking back, I don't know why I ever married her. I knew from the beginning that she would be trouble, but we were both so young, and she was the most beautiful woman that I had ever met. Sometimes I think it was just fate. After the affair, we started every morning with what we called our "therapy" session. It's funny, but ever since I confronted her about being unfaithful, we have been having sex almost every day. Maybe it's part of human nature to do so. I read somewhere that a man's testosterone level increases dramatically when he finds his partner has been cheating. Maybe I was just trying to keep her satisfied so she wouldn't stray again. In any event something was different about her lately. She wasn't her typical superficial self. "Sonny, maybe we should start thinking about going to marriage counseling. Sarah said it really helped her and John." Sarah was her best friend and confidant. Her husband John caught her at home sleeping with her boss one day and almost killed the both of them. I imagine that's when I first started to think about it. "What do you say, Sonny?" I looked at her but didn't speak. "Sarah gave me the name of the counselor they're seeing. Let's give it a try. It can't hurt!" "Yeah, yeah, sure," I said, half-heartedly. "Sonny," she said slowly, and teary eyed. "Despite everything that's happened, I really do love you." . For a moment I thought there might be some hope for us, but something deep inside told me it was futile. "I love you too," I said in a sallow voice I'm not sure when I first decided to kill her. It was one of those ridiculous ideas that flashes across your mind before you have a chance to dismiss it. However, later I began playing with the prospect of actually doing it, and soon it started to sound more plausible. It wasn't long before I was convinced it was the only thing I could do. Of course, I couldn't shoot or stab her. That would be too messy. I thought about poison, but that could be detected. An automobile Click here to read the rest of this story (96 more lines)
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