Affairs

Thick splashes of rain were landing, a few at a time, on the ratty, brown doormat of 26 Cricketwood Drive. For a place like Arenocia, rain didn’t give the slightest impression on one’s face, nor the satisfaction of a magnificent life. As the rain dropped so boisterously on the recently renovated once-clean windows, a young woman supposedly in her mid-twenties, watched so calmly as if patience was a virtue in the city of Arenocia. A man, near to her age, walked behind her gently planting a lovable kiss on her rosy, immaculate face.1

“Christy, darling. You have set up the lasagna and the beverages so delicately, yet you stand here without enjoying eating it with me.”2

“I’ll be there in a sec, Ted.”3

Christy sighed. Before she took the last look out of the streets of non-glory, she remembered the past events of her life that she supposed would lead to a happy prosperous life. A life she had hoped and dreamed for years, yet never came. What she would never forget would be the turn she took in hopes of finding her dream life. A turn she truly regrets happening and prays to the Lord regularly for her husband to never figure out.4

“Christy!”5

“I’m coming my little Ted-die bear.”6

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To the inquisitive annoying neighbors, Mr. Ted Glenova and his mistress seemed like the perfect couple. A couple that seemed so in love from the moment they came to look for their perfect house of dreams so meticulously. For annual neighborhood barbeques, the Glenovas were the only ones who brought with them a scrumptious delicacy that looked like Christy Glenova started preparing from sunrise to noon. As each year passed, a new improved effulgent car would sit next to the others on their recently paved black-stoned driveway. (Of course there would, for Ted Glenova was an executive director at a widely-known fragrance company) Not to mention that each year for the last two years, a newborn would also appear sitting with its mother on the wood-furnished rocking chair placed near the streak less immaculate window for neighbors to sigh upon. 8

To say it in one apprehensible truth, Mr. & Mrs. Glenova was living the dream life with love, luxuries and a whole lot of passion. 9

What they weren’t living however was the truth. For Christy Marquette Glenova, the life she has been living for the past half-decade was all lies. Calumnies. Fibs. Whatever you liked to term it.10

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Morning soon arrived with the sounds of soft, humble chirps from the nearby woodpeckers and the rays of new blossoming sun as it began to rise. Christy made her way to the kitchen to start her magic and to begin sewing a whole new dish into a masterpiece. She first started off by taking all the utensils and silverware she may need for her cooking and she began dishwashing. Just as she was about to wash her last china dish, Ted came around her caressing her arms and upper body with his enormous strong built body. 12

“Chris, I may be a little late tonight, but do wait for me. I’ll try and get the CEO of the company to let me off a little early, alright?”13

“Thanks babe.”14

Ted reached over at the side of the dining table and pulled his new briefcase out, gently dropping it without notice. Piles and piles of decumbent papers spilled out as if it was compared similarly to pure mineral water. Each paper resembled the others but the truth existed within the writing and these very writing showed that the information on these paper were however, different.15

“Damn!!!! Chris, I’m so sorry.”16

“Ted, accidents happen.”17

“No Christy, you don’t understand. These documents are very important in the executive business. I spent the entire lunch hour yesterday organizing these notes. Now, it’s all messed up. I’m sorry my sweet. I’m going to be an hour late tonight.”18

“That’s alright babe. We’ll have dinner together tomorrow then.”19

Sadly, yet filled with an ounce of anger, Ted picked up each document and headed in his new BMW for work. Christy stood staring worried about what was going to happen. She imagined how she was going to end her affair and how she was going to stop her lover from coming to the house. Once Ted goes to work, he’ll be too tensed and will share his “little” accident with his good friend Paul. Paul would then realize that no one would be home for Christy to open the door to; to have dinner with; to make love to. He would take this opportunity to meet Christy. Christy panicked. A year back, she got into this bloody affair with Paul through a slight depressed mood that told her that her life with Ted was getting boring and wasn’t getting anywhere. She had no idea that she would back-out and soon realize that she really does love Ted no matter what she most recently thought. If Ted found out about this, he’ll be so hurt. But Christy knew of a hard fact that will hurt him more, and that was her second child Mike’s true paternity.20

How am I going to make Paul not come here, she thought. Maybe I should perceive this matter again with him. No, that won’t work. He wouldn’t listen the last time I almost dumped, why would he know?21

There’s only one solution. Yes, I have to do this, to save my disintegrating deteriorated marriage. I have to build my marriage solid again.22

She prepared for the night she thought she would ease her soul into forgetting. However, what she was planning so meticulously for was not something easily forgotten. In fact for some, this turn of event repeated itself in dreams of nightmare and excruciating thoughts. But Christy knew she had to do this. It’s the only way out.23

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Christy waited for the prey to arrive. As minutes passed by, the doorbell did however ring, and she slowly, yet calmly opened the door. Not to her astonishment, Paul stood with a sexy white wife beater on and an overcoat to hide his string elegant arms. He came in and not a second passed by for him to pick up Christy and make his way to their “love” spot. Just as he was about to go, Christy murmured.25

“Paul, this is not a good place. What if Ted comes home earlier? Maybe we should go to your house.”26

“Christy, Ted won’t come, but I guess you may be right. Let’s go to my flat. Besides, my wife left this morning for Miami.”27

Paul lead the way to the whitewashed door not noticing the thin silver-shining blade Christy picked up on the table. They got into his Mercedes and drove off. Now, Paul didn’t live that far away; he lived five minutes away in a three-story renovated flat. So arriving there did not take much time.28

Paul parked his car in his driveway and grabbed Christy’s hand and walked rather quickly to the door. He unlocked the door and walked several paces on his marble finishing ground and stood standing in front of the door to the bedroom.29

“You ready.”30

“Of course, I’m ready.” Ready for murder, she thought.31

Paul opened the door with a mighty swoosh and there stood Paul and Christy shocked with their blue eyes widely-opened. Christy gasped covering her pale hands over her mouth, as she dropped the blade she intensively wanted to kill Paul with.32

“Jen! How could you do this to me?” Paul screamed. “With my best friend.”33

Ted retorted. “Christy, it’s not how it looks. I was helping with some housework.”34

“With your underwear off, Ted” Christy softly exclaimed. “You know what Ted, The knife lying on the floor was to kill Paul tonight, because we had an affair and I wanted to stop it. But you know what, tonight Paul isn’t the one going to die.”35

Hours passed. Soon, police cars made there way to #54 Lorton Avenue and family members frantically cried bereaved tears. For there was one person dead that night, but who?36