Betrayed, but New Love Found

Good Riddance

Kyle

Kyle walked back into his house for the first time since Holly left. He had been staying at his parents' house. When he told them what had happened, his father looked at him with disbelief.

“There’s no way, son. If ever I saw a woman in love with her husband, it was that girl. She doted on you. Even put up with your mother and sister for you. I don’t believe it.”

“There are pictures, dad. My wife, with another man in color. You don’t think I’d recognize my own wife? Her face was in all the pictures. We all know she doesn't have an identical twin out in the world. No, it was Holly.”

“I always knew she was no good. How could you marry her in the first place not knowing where she truly came from? What her bloodline is like. If there was mental illness in her history. For all we know, she could have come from criminals and j*nkies.”

“Her parents died in a car accident, mother.”

“She could have lied about that. I mean that old woman she lived with wasn’t even her relative. What kind of person mooches off an old lady?”

“You can find better, Kyle. My friend Ashley has always thought you were good-looking. Why don’t you take her out on a date?” his sister said.

He shuddered and shook his head. He didn’t want to date any of his sister’s friends, they were all spoiled like she was.

For two days, that's all he heard. His mother’s and sister’s voices disparaging Holly. He wanted to defend her, but he just didn’t because the pain of her betrayal still ate at him.

He had filed the papers yesterday. His lawyer told him about the ninety-day cooling-off period. He asked his lawyer why a couple would need ninety days as a cooling-off period. His lawyer had said, sometimes things were said and done in the heat of the moment, and sometimes couples reconcile. He had seen it happen. Kyle had scoffed and said there would be no reconciliation between him and Holly. She had cheated, he would never forgive her for it, and he could never trust her again.

He looked around the living room. She was still all over the place. He went into a rage and started tearing down pictures of them smiling, laughing and holding each other. Their wedding photo he had ripped out of the frame and torn in half. Their honeymoon photos, and vacation photos from last year, all ended up in pieces on the floor. Her little nicknacks that were on shelves were thrown and smashed.

When there was nothing left, he stood there with tears running down his face, and breathing hard from all the exertion he used destroying his living room. He’d hire someone later to come and clean it. He walked upstairs and froze seeing the pictures and on top of one was the necklace he had given her for her birthday. He sobbed and dropped to his knees. He picked it up, his hands shaking.

Why, why did she have to destroy them? He f*cking loved her, she was his everything. He gathered the pictures and wanted to tear them apart too, but stopped himself. For some reason he wanted to torture himself and keep them. He put them in a pile and left them on the bannister to take downstairs so he could put them in his briefcase.

When he walked into his room, he saw right away, her wedding and engagement rings, his card and the watch he gave her a week and a half ago on their anniversary. His brows furrowed when he saw that all of her clothes were still there in the closet. He walked to the dresser and opened the drawers. She even left her lingerie. He looked at the dresser and opened her jewelry box, everything was there. Why didn’t she take her stuff? He walked into the bathroom and noticed her toothbrush was gone, but her expensive facial creams were still there. He turned back into the bedroom and it struck him. She didn’t take anything that he had bought her? Not one d*mn thing. He took out his phone from his pocket and clicked on her contact. He wanted to ask her why? If she was only after his money all this time, why didn’t she take any of the expensive jewelry he had bought her, or the handbags she could have sold?

The phone rang three times when she finally answered.

“Holly, why didn’t y…”

“I’m sorry the number you have dialed is no longer in service.”

What the f*ck? He hung up and dialed again and got the same automated answer.

She shut off her phone? Why would she do that? What if there was an emergency, and he needed to get a hold of her? He was dumbfounded.

He got up to go to his office to see if her email still worked but stopped short at seeing his safe open. In the open safe was their marriage certificate right on top of other legal papers and fifty thousand dollars in cash that they kept for emergencies. Also, the pocket watch that she so lovingly got repaired for him. It was all still there. Seeing the marriage certificate torn had a pain shoot through his chest. He sat hard in his office chair. Why should he care? Their marriage was over.

He turned towards his desk and the air whooshed out of him. His screen saver was a picture of Holly in a little red bikini when they went to Florida last year. He touched her face on the screen and traced her features. She was so d*mn gorgeous. Her luscious auburn hair was piled high on her head in a stylish, messy bun. She had one arm in the air holding a pink drink with an umbrella. Her other hand was on her waist, her legs were spread holding herself up as small waves splashed against her thighs. She was smiling big at him, as he took the picture. Her green eyes were full of joy and he saw love.

“Holly, why did you have to do it?”

He sighed and opened up his email. He composed an email to her asking her why she turned off her phone. He needed to know where she was staying so he could send her the rest of her stuff.

He pushed send and the email bounced back to him with a message that the email address he was trying to send to didn’t exist.

“WHAT THE F*CK!” he yelled. She went no contact with him? He opened another tab and got on his socials to find her. He found out he was blocked from everything. Even her Holly Homemaker page. She thought he didn’t pay attention, but he had heard her and liked her page.

She really erased him from her life.

He picked up his phone and called his sister.

“Amber, get on Holly’s page and see what she’s up to? I need to know where she is. She left all her stuff here.”

“Ugh, who cares, just burn it all,” she snarked.

“Can you just do what I asked, please?”

“Fine.”

He waited a minute and then she gasped.

“I’m blocked on everything. Her stupid Holly Homemaker page, her insta, her F*ceb*ok, everything.”

“F*ck!” he shouted.” He hung up on his sister. A short minute later he got a text from her.

Sis: Mom and dad are blocked from everything too.

F*ck it. She wanted nothing to do with him. Fine, he already didn’t want anything to do with her. F*cking gold digging b*tch.

He went back to his bedroom and walked into his closet. He took out all her clothes, shoes, coats and scarves. He threw them all on the bed. He emptied the dresser and got her face sh*t out of the bathroom. The jewelry he would keep and sell. At least he could get some of his money back on all of it.

He took it all out to his backyard and threw it in the custom fire pit they had built two years ago. He got lighter fluid and poured it all over her stuff. Then he found some matches and lit one. He watched the flame burn for a second and then, through it in the fire pit, a whoosh sound met his ears and he watched it all burn. Tomorrow he will sell the jewelry and her car. He didn’t need ninety days, he was done.

Good f*cking riddance.