I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. I’d also like to add that we don’t always see eye to eye, so I take full responsibility for all the content and any cock-ups in this story.
Hold on a minute. Nemesis – Dave? Now come on, play the bloody cards right! Nemesis – Victoria. Ah now, that sounds much better. Or maybe this one should be called “He who dares, Wins!” Okay, now read the bloody story.
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I’d finally pulled up at my house at three o’clock on the Saturday morning. The traffic had been atrocious on my drive back from Aberdeen to London. It always is on Fridays and there had been a multi-vehicle pile up on the motorway that had delayed me for several hours. I figured Vicky (Victoria), my wife, would have been in bed hours ago, but I was surprised she hadn’t left a light on for me.
Extracting my bags and briefcase from my car’s boot I just about managed to carry them all at once, I waddled up to the front door. Letting myself in I immediately knew something was very wrong. The house was cold, obviously the heating was turned very low or off. This was unusual because Vicky is a cold old stick; she always has the heating on much too high for my liking.
Putting my bags down, I turned on some lights and was shocked to see that some of our furniture was missing. My mind in some confusion, I rapidly made my way upstairs to our bedroom where, in theory, Vicky should have been in bed asleep. The bed was empty, wardrobe doors and dresser drawers were open, and almost all of Vicki’s clothes were gone.
I stood there in shock for a few moments. Just what the fuck was going on here? Thinking that a little shot of something would be a good idea I made my way back to our lounge. I grabbed a bottle of rum from the bar, then collapsed into my recliner to contemplate the position I found myself in. It was plainly apparent that my loving wife had left me. But why?
Vicky and I had been married for almost nineteen years. We had two wonderful eighteen year-old twin girls, who both were in their first year at Bristol University. Er, don’t try and do the math bit – Vicky was five months gone when we got married. Look, I’ll be honest when Vicky and I were married, I don’t think we were head over heels in love with one another. We were just dating and having a good time, but you know how it is, we messed up, big time! Vicky fell pregnant with Susan and Sandra and I did the gentlemanly thing.
Shit, I couldn’t do much else; my old man would have killed me if I hadn’t. But love is a strange thing; I soon found I was completely smitten with Vicky and my girls. Almost my whole life revolved around them. Anything Vicky wanted I’d break my back to get her. I don’t care what anyone says; I’m as devoted to her as any man can be to his wife. And since the girls had been away at Uni, we had been making up for the time we lost when they were children.
Everything wasn’t completely roses though. Victoria was a strong willed woman and to be honest I did normally give in to her wishes, just to keep the piece. Generally I was happy with most things in my marriage. But now it looked like I’d been living a lie, or at least Vicky had.
It certainly looked like Vicky had left me. I just couldn’t figure out why. She was always telling me how much she loved me. We had discussed the fact that neither of us really thought we would have gotten married to each other had she not become pregnant. But we had both agreed that it was probably the best thing that ever happened to us, and how deeply we had fallen in love with each other since we had married. It looked to me like someone had maybe had second thoughts.
Damn, my emotions took command; I suddenly got angry and jumped up to pace the room. Then I stormed out into the back garden to light up my pipe. Vicky doesn’t like the smell of my pipe tobacco in the house so I always go outside to smoke. I was out there for ten minutes before I realised that Vicky wasn’t there to complain and it looked like she wouldn’t be in the future. Still for some reason I finished my pipe outside.
As I came back through the back door, I noticed the letter lying on the kitchen table. For a moment I stared at it. ‘David’ it said on the envelope; it was certainly from Vicky and when she wrote it she had been annoyed with me. The only time she ever calls me David is when she is upset with me.
I sat down at the table picked the envelope up and turned it over in my hands. I don’t think I really wanted to open it; I knew I wasn’t going to like whatever was written inside. Slowly I tore the envelop open, then unfolded the letter that was inside.
“Interesting!” I said out loud to myself, “I wonder just whom this little slut is that Vicky thinks I’m laying? I think there’s been a cock up in the intelligence section somewhere along the line.”
Look, do I look like the kind of guy who cheats on his wife. That kind of guy would surely have walked away from Vicky when she got pregnant. I’m the kind of guy who appreciates what he has and definitely doesn’t want to lose what he’s got. Yeah, there have been times when I’ve been tempted. What guy hasn’t? But I’ve always known which side of the toast has the butter on it and I’ve always been very careful about what I do. Still, it was apparent that Vicky was convinced I was playing around.
So what do I do? Well, there was only one thing to do really and that was, go to bed. Look, I’d been up since before six Friday morning and now it was four-thirty Saturday Morning. So to bed I went.
Yep, just a calmly as that. Look, I got where I am in business by not letting my emotions get the better of me. Once I knew what the problem was, I could relax a little knowing that I could quickly put Vicky’s mind at rest. All I had to do was prove to her that she had got it all wrong and – bingo – crisis over.
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But when I got into bed I found I couldn’t sleep. Questions came into my head that I didn’t expect. If Vicky thought I was cheating on her, why didn’t she challenge me about it? Now that was a good point. Could it be because she had expected me to be cheating? But why would she do that? One thing I had learnt over the years was that people expect others to behave as they do. Now hang on a just minute, could Vicky think I was cheating on her because she had been playing around on me and then having got suspicious of me for some reason she had assumed I was cheating on her.
I was out of bed like a shot at that thought. This was serious stuff! Before I knew it I was tearing the bloody house apart looking for anything that would give any hint that Vicky had been unfaithful to me. I turned her sewing room upside down. There wasn’t much point in searching her bedroom drawers – they were all empty.
Then I hit the computer. It took me hours to search that. I broke her passwords for her e-mails pretty quickly and then spent hours going through the Internet history files. A complete waste of bloody time, but necessary. I found absolutely nothing besides Vicky’s hunt for a divorce lawyer; she had made that on the Thursday. But I could find no sign that she had actually contacted the solicitor she had apparently chosen.
I got a wicked idea; the only way to win a battle is to take the offensive. It was an off chance but I thought I’d give it a try anyway; at just after 9 Am, I e-mailed the people she had obviously chosen asking them to act on my behalf in a divorce case. There was a faint chance that Vicky hadn’t actually spoken to them yet. I was lucky; within minutes of my e-mail going off, they replied asking me to come into the office ASAP, so that’s what I did.
Just after 10 AM on the Saturday morning, I handed Maria Grant a cheque and she was from that moment on my solicitor. Vicky couldn’t have realised that some solicitors work on Saturdays. After I told Maria what I had found at home and showed her the letter, she asked me whether I had ever cheated on my marriage. I told her that I loved my wife and done nothing since we had been married that I thought would put my marriage in jeopardy. Maria told me to sit tight; I should try to find out where Vicky had gone and have a talk to her. Maria thought it was probably just a misunderstanding and that everything could all be sorted out with a little communication between us.
I went back home and started the hunt for Vicky. I called her parents and brother but they both said they had not heard from her and she wasn’t with them. Apparently she hadn’t told them anything. The same went for her sister, but I had figured she lived much too far away for Vicky to have gone there anyway. Vicki’s family, although she had apparently kept them in the dark about having left me, immediately took sides and clamed up on me once I told them why she had left.
The next call I made I wasn’t looking forward to but I knew it was really my best bet. It was to Vicki’s friend Chantelle. Chan has been divorced twice, and to be honest I don’t blame the guys; Chantelle can be a sweet as a peach one minute but can turn into a complete bitch the next. Vicky and Chan had been friends since their school days. Whenever Chantelle wasn’t with one of her many suitors (she was one good-looking man-eater) she would normally be with Vicky.
Vicky and Chan would have a girl’s night out every couple of weeks or so and it wasn’t unusual for Vicky to call me up, and ask me to pick her up as Chan had scored. Vicky and I would often laugh about it. You see, I had always thought I could trust Vicky. The moment Chantelle found herself a guy, Vicky would call me in as backup.
I dialled Chantelle’s number and immediately knew I’d hit pay dirt. Chantelle started sounding off at me the moment she heard my voice. I quietly demanded to speak to Victoria, but Chan denied that she was there. I felt sure she was, as it was the only place left that she could have gone to and Chantelle’s rant told me she knew all about Vicky having left me. After about five minutes I gave up and hung up the phone.
The old emotions rose again, so it was outside again for another pipe full. Whilst out there I got myself under control and started thinking again. Vicky was playing games; this running off bit without talking to me was designed to wind me up. Well, it wasn’t going to wind me up anymore. I’d done nothing I had to be ashamed of. Right, Vicky, if you wanted to play games; I’ll bloody well play games.
I stormed back into the house and phoned the twins. They were totally flabbergasted when I told them that their mother had walked out on me. Of course I told them that I had done nothing that I could think of to cause Vicky to leave me and I’m pretty sure I had them convinced. I also told them that I thought Vicky was staying at Chantelle’s and then I said that as far as I was concerned she could stay there. The girls said they thought it was all just a silly misunderstanding and that their mother would soon come to her senses.
I know I really shouldn’t have brought the girls in on this. But it was silly games we were playing and I knew they would give their mother a good dressing down over it. Then I went hunting in the garage.
When we bought the house, I had changed the barrels in the outside door locks, for two reasons really. One was we didn’t know if we had been given all the keys to the house and the other so that we had a matched set of barrels. All the outside doors had the same key. It saves having lots of keys to carry around. Euro-lock barrel only takes a few minutes to fit. Now I changed all the barrels back to the originals, then disabled the garage door opener and bolted the shutter down.
Vicky wanted out! Well now she was bloody well out now and she couldn’t get back in. Whilst I was fiddling with shutter on the garage, old man Blake, my neighbour from across the road, came over to me. He and his Mrs are a nosy pair of buggers, so I guess they’d seen Vicky moving and had come across to see what gossip he could pick up.
He got very little out of me, but I found out that a Ryder’s rental truck had appeared Friday morning and two guys and a woman helped Vicky take a lot of stuff from the house. The two guys drove off in the truck and Vicky followed in her Saab. The other woman drove off in a pink VW Beetle. I was right – it was Chantelle! That obnoxious little pink Beetle belonged to her.
That night I drew all the curtains downstairs in the house and closed the blinds in the garage windows. From the outside no one could see in, but I could look out from the upstairs windows, and I could see the front door and drive through the security CCT system. I’d put that in a few years back so Vicky could see who was at the door when I wasn’t at home.
Then I called Chantelle again.
“I told you, David! Victoria is not here. I don’t know where she is and, if I did, I wouldn’t tell you anyway, you cheating bastard.”
“That’s perfectly all right, Chan, I understand. I just want you to give Vicky a message for me; if you should happen to see her, that is. Tell her that as she has chosen to believe some stupid rumour without even speaking to me, I don’t think I want to know where she has gone. In fact I don’t think I want to see her again. If by any chance you do hear from her, can you ask her to let me know where I should have my solicitor send the divorce papers? I’m intending to divorce her for desertion. We’ll just see who gets the short end of the stick in her little game now.”
“You can’t do that. She going to divorce you for adultery.”
“Before she can do that, Chantelle, I actually have to have committed adultery with someone and as I know I have and haven’t done, I think I’m pretty safe on that score. Now don’t you go fretting that little head of yours, the divorce will be settled in my favour because Vicky has taken it in her head to desert me. I’ve got a stupid letter here from her saying she is doing just that. My solicitor tells me that’s all I’m going to need.”
“But! I, you, you were seen…”
I hung up and then pulled the plug on the phone. That little slip of the tongue by Chantelle was all I needed to hear. She had said “I” and then changed her mind and said “You were seen,” from that last half a sentence. I figured it was Chantelle who thought she had seen me with another woman somewhere. Now, would Chan tell Vicky exactly what I had said and would that put doubt into Vicki’s mind?
I went into the kitchen and made myself a meal. Then after it was completely dark outside I slipped out the back door and walked around the house to make sure that no one could see inside. Vicky wanted to play games, so games we would play. Then I settled myself on the computer to entertain myself until the fun I hoped was going to start actually did.
It was eight thirty when I saw Vicki’s Saab pull into the drive on the CCT. Vicky must have had a change of plan. I could see her sitting in the car watching the house for a while. Then Chantelle walked up and joined her in the car. Chantelle must have arrived in her own car and parked it in the street where I couldn’t see it; it appeared Vicky was hedging her bets. I hoped she was thinking that maybe she didn’t have enough evidence if it came to a court battle or that maybe she had it wrong. In any case I guess she was hoping she was back to stay, if she were living in the house I wouldn’t be able to claim she had deserted me.
After waiting about fifteen minutes, Vicky got out of the car and tried to unlock the front door. I realised she had probably been trying to get the garage door to open with the remote control, but had finally given up. Of course her key wouldn’t fit the lock. Vicky rang the doorbell a couple of times and even called out to me through the post box. Chantelle got out of the Saab and joined her. I could hear them talking but other than hearing Chantelle say, “Try the other door,” nothing else was clear enough.
They both passed out of the CCT’s range and shortly I heard them at the kitchen door. Then the patio doors not five feet from me. The next minute they were back at the front door. After trying the front door yet again, Vicky went over and tried to pull up the garage shutter by hand. After giving that up as a bad job, the two of them went back to the Saab and stood by it for sometime having an animated conversation. That ended when Chantelle walked away and Vicky got back into her car.
For the next half an hour, Vicky sat there apparently making repeated calls on her mobile phone. But not actually talking to anyone. I could only assume she was making alternate calls to the house phone, but the line was tied up because I had the computer on the internet, and my mobile phone that I had switched off. Then Chantelle returned carrying a McDonald’s bag. She joined Vicky in the Saab and they stayed there until well after midnight when quite suddenly they drove away.
Sticking my head around the curtain I saw that they had left Chantelle’s VW parked in the street. So I assumed they planned on coming back the following morning. All day Sunday they sat out there in the drive with Chantelle making numerous trips to Macdonald’s, which is not too far away. Once again they left just after midnight but this time they took Chantelle’s car as well. I assumed that Chantelle needed it to get to work the following morning.
I was up and out of the house very early on the Monday, just in case Vicky turned up again. I went out to the Motorway service area where I got myself a questionable breakfast. Then I sat reading the daily papers until it was time for me to go to work. Unusually for me, I was the first one in that morning. I figured the game would come to an end today. Vicky was bound to call me at the office. But I figured I’d got some payback for her giving me the fright she had on the Friday night.
Sure enough, five past nine my phone rang.
“David, where the hell have you been?” Vicky demanded, “I’ve been trying to get into the house all weekend.”
This verbal attack upset me again. To be honest I was expecting a very contrite Victoria that morning.
“I wouldn’t suggest you try to get into the house again, Vicky. You don’t live there anymore, remember, and as the house is much too big for me alone I’ve rented it out.” A lie of course but it had the desired effect. Vicky went loopy.
“Are you mad? You’ve can’t have rented it out. Why the hell would you do that?”
“Now look, Vicky, we’ve got a very expensive court battle coming up, the rent on the house will help pay for it.”
“You’ve gone bloody crazy.”
“No, Vicky, you went bloody crazy when you started all of this! You accused me of cheating on you. You called me all those names in that stupid letter. And you wouldn’t talk to me while you were hiding at Chantelle’s house.”
“David, we have to talk.”
“It’s a bit late for talk now, Vicky. Talk time was Friday evening. Now it’s the lawyers’ make money time.”
“So that’s it. You’re not even sorry for what you’ve done. You’re just happy to see the back of me after twenty years?”