Married To My Husband’s Enemy

CHAPTER 2

“Good evening Aaron,”

“How are you doing, my love,” he replied with his sweet baritone voice. He always knew how to get me. He understood all of my love languages, but I was married and I had to be faithful to Mikkel even though I wasn't so successful at it.

“I hope it is a good time,” I said grudgingly.

“Sure, sure….we could meet at our spot, you know? I can tell you want us to talk.

“Or maybe you want my little hands on your waist again,” Aaron said in an attempt to tease me.

I had always joked that his hands were small and that they couldn't bring me close enough to feel his breath and warmth.

It wasn't the reality though. They were just jokes I made when I was overwhelmed by his cuteness, especially during our romance episodes. I liked to make him feel like he wasn't so special but he was truly a lot of what I wanted.

“I just want to know if you have seen or heard anything about Mikkel”

“I haven't seen him in two days now and, you know…” I said, trying to make him understand that I was worried.

“Mikkel? Come on! I am sure he is somewhere safe trying to calm himself.”

“It's been difficult for him recently and I am aware of that, but I don't know where he is and I don't think you should be worried just yet.

“Sometimes, we men rewind by retracting ourselves,” Aaron responded with a smile I could imagine even though we were talking on a phone call.

I couldn't believe that I was already charmed by his voice again and I was almost tempted to accept his offer of meeting at our hideout.

“Never mind, Aaron”

“I am sure I will find him,” I said, trying not to sound so worried anymore.

At this point, I knew that this was something more than I could handle. I finally needed to involve the police authorities.

The next morning, I was treated to a very hostile police environment. I was directed to the office of the inspector.

“Good Morning, Inspector”

“My name is Porunn,” I said with a timid face.

“How may we help you?” he said with his leg hung across the table and almost pointing towards me. I could perceive the stinking odor of his feet and had to hold my breath at times.

“We don't have beautiful curvy women coming here every day,” he continued as he disgustingly licked his lips.

I was visibly irritated but I continued. After all, finding Mikkel was the main goal.

“My husband, Mr. Mikkel, has been missing for 2 days and I need help to find him,” I interrupted as he kept trying to tease me.

“Mikkel? Come on!”

“I'm sure he’s somewhere having fun on top of another beautiful woman like you,” he said with a burst of mocking laughter.

“Or does he prefer to have his woman on top of him?” he continued as he integrated other officers into his offensive joke.

There was loud laughter among the officers and all I could think of was how I could leave the environment. However, I didn’t know any other way to find my dear husband. There was my last hope, so I had to be persistent.

“Alright woman,” the officer said after a long streak of laughter.

“Do you possess any identity card of his?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir,” I responded.

“We are going to need it. We will also run background checks before going on a search,” Inspector Tony said. I had taken notice of his name written on the side of his uniform in case I had to find him when I came next.

“Thank you, Inspector,” I responded with a slight relief, hoping that action would be taken.

“Are you just going to leave?” Inspector Tony said as I tried to leave to get the document that was asked of me.

I immediately searched for my purse and gave him some money as a token. I had had enough for that day and was hoping to make progress the next day. In the meantime, how could I sleep with all the thoughts that were going through my head? What could have happened to my husband?

I drove home sadly as I played solemn music in my car. It felt like everyone else was happy while I was the only one bothered.

I finally reached home and opened the lock only to find the shock of my life.

“Jesus!”

“My goodness!”

“Help!!!!!!!” I screamed as loud as I could.

was met with the shock of my life. I didn’t know what to do but scream. My husband, Mikkel, was there lying on the sofa with blood all over him.

I managed to touch his pulse and, of course, he was gone.

“Mikkel!”

“Please wake up, don’t do this to me,” I said, sobbing profusely.

My husband had been murdered. “Who could have done this?” I asked myself as the years in my eyes multiplied.

As I was weeping, I heard the sound of the police van. It was getting louder as the seconds went by.

“How come?” I said to myself again. I had not heard the sound of a police van or seen a cop in the area where I live. It was known to be a peaceful vicinity and the presence of the police was strange.

“Was there a robbery operation where my husband was involved?” I questioned myself. I was visibly confused and I needed help.

“Who is it?”

“Open the door, Ma’am,” a voice echoed behind the door.