by Nicety
“Where have you been? I heard the car pull out and then you were gone. You know I don’t like it when you just up and disappear like that.” Trent was clearly panic-stricken.
“Calm down. If you were so worried, then why didn’t you call me on my cell all day?” I really wasn’t expecting an answer as I opened the patio door staring out at the beautiful afternoon.
“I…I couldn’t find my phone.” His sorry excuse was probably genius in his mind.
“Sure you couldn’t dear. So, about that divorce, are you gonna sign these papers or what Trent? Cause I haven’t gotten all day with this,” I snapped snatching a fresh envelope of papers out of my purse. “Yeah, you got rid of the other ones but I drew up more just the other night. You’re not the only one with options around here.”
“Options? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means, you’re not the only one with people veering to be the next one to pull your pants down. You’re not the only hot commodity in the room. So just give me my freedom and I’ll be on my way.” I slammed the envelope down on the coffee table.
“I thought we were going to work this out, Kelly, for the baby and for us.” The anger vein in Trent’s forehead was beginning to sprout. “You can’t leave me.”
“Why? Because you want your cake and eat it too or because you’re a lying stinking pig, lover boy?” Tara came waltzing in pointing the gun in his face.
“Tara, what the hell are you doing here?” Trent squeaked.
“Oh, baby. You’re so naïve. You know I can’t stay away from the things that I want. And your wife, sheesh, well she’s a pretty piece of tail.” Tara mocked him.
The look of confusion bleeding off of his face was priceless. I had never seen him in such a vulnerable state. He seemed to have a small shrill of fear in his eye. It was perfect and it was the last thing that I wanted him to remember. I picked up the envelope and walked it over to him tossing it to his feet.
“Sign the fucking papers, Trent.” I backed up giving Tara the space she needed to do her thing. “I deserve more than what you’ve laid out in that dumb ass pre-nup. Stop trying to weasel out of taking care of me. You owe me that much.”
“Is that what this is about? Is this a fucking ploy to get me to sign the divorce papers, Kelly? If it is you’ve sure got some balls about you, huh? Tara what are you doing bitch? This was our plan.” Trent motioned with his hands. “It was our plan, together.”
“And, now it’s my plan. I don’t give a shit about those papers. I want Kelly and the baby to myself and I know you’ll never let me have that,” Tara growled.
“I’ll never let you take my motherfucking baby. That’s my seed.” Trent’s anger echoed throughout the house.
“About that…” I began, tapping my index finger on my lips. “The baby—“
“Oh my God, you’re not pregnant?” Tara interrupted.
“Of course, I’m pregnant jackass. You were there when the doctor told you at the same time he told me. But the baby, this baby that you thought you were going to sue me for full custody for…the baby is not yours, Trent.”
The room grew silent. I could tell that everyone was processing the information that I had just kicked in everyone’s brains. Tara might not have cared about that but Trent’s soul was definitely crushed by the news. His right eye began twitching indicating to me that he could lose it at any given minute. He snarled at the both of us. Saliva spewed through his teeth like an angry dog as he hawked us down.
“The baby isn’t mine. That only proves that you’re the dirty whore that I knew you were all this time. You’re the filthy bitch who couldn’t keep your legs closed and you ruined this fucking marriage!” Trent bellowed at the top of his lungs. “Not me.”
“You destroyed this marriage by being a dick this entire time and sticking it in every bitch that sneezed right on it. I had never slept with him. You wanted to control me. You wanted a servant, not a wife. You wanted to dominate me and that’s why you followed me to the bar that week but we were just talking and having drinks.” I countered.
“Oh really? Well you were obviously doing something because you got pregnant with another man’s baby.” Trent waved his hands frenziedly.
“I don’t owe you shit. For all I know you were cheating on me that entire time and just sought the need to out yourself one night. So fuck you and fuck off.” I turned my back on the both of them. “Meanwhile, I hadn’t slept with that guy but one time. One time I slept with him and apparently that’s all it took. Better than your weak ass.”
“Well, now that Masterpiece Theater is over, you no longer have access to that baby because it’s not yours. But I still have to kill you. See, Kelly and I are building a family and we’re gonna need some money to compliment that.”
I turned back around in time to see Tara frantically rocking back and forth as she sweated large water beads from her face. She wasn’t about to deviate from the plan she had written in script in her head. Gazing down at Trent, I couldn’t feel anything for him. It’s hard when for so long you want somebody to love you the way that you love him or her but they just don’t. You can’t make people do something they don’t want to do. I know that now even though it took a lot of heartache and grief for me to figure it out.
“You don’t have to kill me, Tara. You can just take all of the money that I have in my bank account and I’ll sign the papers and get out of your lives forever.” Trent dropped to his knees to open the envelope as I tossed him a pen.
“Thanks,” I said as I snatched the papers and pen from his ass stuffing them down in my purse.
“Kelly, how much money does he have in the bank right now?” Tara turned to me, licking the sweat off of her lips.
“Oh, I’d say about $30,000.”
“What? Fool, that’s not enough money for us to live off of for the rest of our lives.” Tara walked up to Trent, who was still kneeling on the floor and pointed the gun right at his temple, cocking it. “I’m still gonna have to take your ass out.”
“Well, he does have about a half a million in an off shore account somewhere but I don’t have access to that money.” I smiled as Trent looked up at me pissed that I had revealed that little tidbit. “Oh yes baby. I always knew about the money you were hiding. I know everything.”
“Tara, you don’t wanna do this baby. I was going to take you to the Cayman Islands and we were supposed to live happily ever after there,” Trent pleaded.
“Naw, fool. You know damn well that as soon as you got the chance you were going to leave my ass high and dry, crying on the side of the road like you did your own fucking wife. Naw, that won’t be me. Tara will always look out for Tara.”
I checked the time on the microwave, wondering what the fuck was taking so long. Tara was about to spread this low life’s brains all over my living room floor and that would be the end of that. Her shit might have been going according to plan but mines surely weren’t. My feet paced the floor and my teeth bit my nails as I wondered if I had made a grave mistake, playing with people’s emotions and lives this way.
“Freeze! Don’t you fucking move, lady.” The voices seemed to sound off in slow motion as the police’s late ass finally busted in my door, pointing guns and yelling obscenities. “Drop the weapon.”
“Oh thank God,” Trent recited over and over again in a prayer stance.
“I can’t. I can’t go out like this.” Tara turned to me smiling and muddled.
My hands flew up in the air to surrender and let them know that I was unarmed. Trent closed his eyes and Tara wouldn’t take hers off me. She looked as if in the back of her mind, she knew I had set her up just as she had done me. It was true, I had. But she and Trent deserved it. They had conspired to ruin my life and what he didn’t know was that not only had I had him sign the divorce papers giving me the best severance package a woman could ask for, but I also had him sign an affidavit saying that he had cheated and beaten me and I should get everything that is due to me.
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br /> “It pays to read what you sign,” I mumbled to Trent as Tara took her shot. “NO!”
Trent’s body hit the floor as I ran over to him. She had blown his head clean off and as the police shot Tara in her torso about five or six times taking her down, I pretended not to notice. Secretly I was glad somebody had put that bitch out of her misery but I never meant for him to get hurt this way. I just wanted to scare him a little and make him pay for what he had done to me. Tears filled my eyes, as the police tried to pull me away from his mutilated head that I was desperately cradling and trying to despondently piece together.
“No Trent. I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry.” I truly never meant for him to get hurt.
I should have known better than to play with fire like that. In the end, my heart was not only broken but it was heavy, weighing a thousand tons. The police escorted me outside to get medically treated for shock but I refused. They wrapped me in a dark blanket and had me sitting on the back of the truck anyway, while all of the neighbors watched in awe. They asked me a ton of questions that I was in no mood to answer but I did the best that I could. Are you okay? Were you the one who texted us that you were in danger? Was your husband romantically involved with the deceased suspect? Is there anyone we can call for you?
After the twenty-four questions were over, the cops spent hours accessing the crime scene. They even took my cell phone, which contained the video recording of Tara saying that she wanted to kill Trent when we were at Eva’s house. She didn’t know that I was secretly taping her for insurance. Luckily I deleted all of the old text messages that we texted. The chief came over to let me know that they were ruling it a captured homicide and that the medical examiner should release Trent’s body to me within a reasonable amount of time. He called it an open and shut case. And, it very well wouldn’t have been if Tara and Trent hadn’t put the wheels in motion themselves. The very plan they had conspired against me backfired on them. An open and shut case…Wasn’t it though? ****
Two weeks later
Burying Trent was the toughest thing I had to do. But explaining to my child’s father that he has a child on the way was going to be even harder. I fought with myself over and over again over the last few weeks, wondering if I should tell him or not. Alas, I came to the decision that he was a good man and deserved to know what was going on. I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell, secretly hoping nobody would answer.
“Hey Kelly. How are you feeling babes?” He answered the door, stepping out onto the porch.
“I’m okay. I think I’m going to be okay. Thanks for the flowers you sent at the repast. That was really nice of you.”
“Oh you know you don’t have to thank me for anything like that. You know I’d be glad to help you with anything.”
“Well, can you help me feel good about making a decision?” I stuck my hands in my jeans back pockets.
“Anything.”
“Can you give me your blessings on getting an abortion for our baby, Blake?” My palms moistened with every word I spoke.
“Um, wha— Excuse me?” Blake looked left and right as if he were wondering if I was talking to him or not.
“You heard me. I’m just about three months pregnant and it’s yours Blake,” I sighed as the words flowed from my lips. “But I need your blessing to get an abortion.”
“Wait, wait, wait. Damn, how do you know?”
“Well you remember that night at the bar. I hadn’t had sex with Trent and you were the only one who added up with the timeframe.”
Blake rubbed his face hard. I had hit him like a ton of bricks with the news and it was okay. I didn’t expect him to start jumping for joy seeing as though he was the husband of my best friend. He pulled me in for a hug, pressing my head hard against this chest.
“Why didn’t you tell me, girl? Did Trent know this before he died?”
“Yeah he knew and I just found out when I was in the hospital for that concussion.” Tears were beginning to fill my eyes again. “I’m sorry, Blake.”
“No. You have nothing to be sorry about. It takes two people to make a baby not one. Are you sure an abortion is what you want?” He sighed heavily as he let me go staring me square in the eyes and grabbing my arms firmly. “Because you know I’ll help you raise this baby.”
I shook my head and wiped the tears erupting from my eyes. “You know it’s the right thing to do. Sam would be devastated, crushed even, if she found out we betrayed her this way.”
“Well, when are you going to do it? I want to be there for you at least.” Blake caressed my face so gently that I almost liquefied in his arms.
“Naw, I’m going to go and get the procedure done quickly and then hop a plane to Barbados or the Cayman Islands or some place warm and sunny. The insurance company paid out on Trent’s policy fairly quickly, given the circumstances, and I just want to travel the world for a while. I think I need to find myself, ya know?” I looked away finding it more and more difficult to look up into his dreamy brown eyes. “I put the house on the market and Briana said she would take care of everything for me.”
“If you ever change your mind, Kel. I’m here for you, baby.” His words were so genuine.
I knew he meant them.
“It wouldn’t be right. We both know it’s the right thing to do.” I eyed my step as I moseyed off the porch, heading back to my truck. “Goodbye, Blake.”
“Safe travels, Kel.”
Where one life ends, another begins. People don’t realize that your life is precious and within a blink of an eye it could be gone in an instant. I never meant for Trent to lose his life, but I was about to purposely end the life of the innocent unwitting creature growing inside of me. It was a creature that could have quite possibly been my love child as I did feel deeply for Blake. He was a great man who was lonely and made a bad mistake with his wife’s best friend. And, for that this creature growing inside of me had to go. It’s funny how life turns out sometimes. But whatever this new lease on mine was going to give me, I was ready and would go into it with my eyes and nose wide open and free.
The second Wife Secrets novel, Don’t Tell, will debut soon!
Until then, indulge in another one of these great Nicety reads.
Ebook & Paperback:
Candy Shop
Back 2 Business (Candy Shop Part 2)
Beautiful Nightmare
Killing Me Softly
Money Is King: A Tale of Greed
Money Is King 2: Secrets
Money Is King 3: The Last Straw
Juicy Pandora’s Box
Juicy 2: Getting Even
Juicy 3: Lexi’s Story
Bonnie & Shine: An Epic Love Tale
Ebook Only:
Like Flies To Honey 1 & 2
Orally Yours
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