Running to the wolf

Chapter 1

I exited the car grabbing my husbands lunch, that he had left on the counter at home yet again. This had become almost a daily ritual for me with how often he forgot his lunch. Today though I was more excited than normal I had just found out this morning I was pregnant with a child we have been trying so long to conceive. Tucking the pregnancy test into the pocket of his lunch bag, I walked up to security to get a visitor pass.

“Bringing lunch to your husband again today Anna?”

“You know him always forgetting it at home.” I said rolling my eyes

“Here’s your pass missy.”

“Thanks Joe. Have a good day!” I say waving as I walk away.

Walking down the hallway to my husband’s office I hear muffled voices. Reaching his door I realize the voices are coming from inside and stop to listen.

“Eric when are you going to tell your wife about us, I know you don’t want to be with her anymore. She’s just so… bland, you’ve been with her for three years and of those three you’ve been with me for two. You do nothing but complain about her babe I’m tired of seeing you so unhappy. It’s time for you to divorce her so we can be together.” The unknown woman said poutily.

“You just have to give me time once I get this promotion I won’t have to rely on her anymore. You know how much I want to be with you babe.” Eric replied.

Dropping his lunch by his office door I ran down the hall tears threatening to spill over.

“What was that?” Eric said

I dash out of the building not bothering to stop back at the security desk. Slamming the car door I let the tears spill out emotions overwhelming me. I had dedicated three years to this marriage and even longer to the relationship. I should have listened to my family when they said he was no good, but now here I was cut off from my family any friends I had once had and a cheating husband. The signs were there I should have seen them. I’m just the stupid one.

Starting up the car I drove home not caring that my tears obscured my vision making it almost impossible to see. At this point who cared if I died. I sped my way home frustration and anger pushing the car faster.

By the time I arrived home I was thinking clearer and my self pity had transformed into utter rage at all that I had gone through for this man just to betray me. I grabbed my phone from my bag dialing the only person from my past before Eric that would possibly be willing to help me.

“Hey Bub.” I say through tears, “I need your help. I’m so sorry for what happened in the past you were right he was just a no good scumbag. It’s time for me to come home. Do you think Mom and Dad can ever forgive me?”