His Betrayal

Served

As I watched her drive I couldn't help but think, why does she always have to make things so difficult? I said I wanted to make a life with her by buying a house and starting a family, so she should just be grateful and come home. I wish she would just get past this whole thing, it was not a big deal and I always went home to her because she is my wife. I threw all my printouts in the garbage and walked out of the coffee shop and walked to my car. I don't care what she says and does, I will not agree to a divorce, and I will be there when she comes to get her stuff. She can not just move on like I mean nothing to her. If anything, I will get through to this stubborn woman even if it kills me. Dean helping her move does piss me off, but if anything, it will give me a way to find out where she is going if it gets to that point. As I walked up to my door, I heard a voice behind me, "Excuse me, are you Mark Bern?" Sighing, I turned around, "Yeah why." It was a woman, a blonde, with a tight low-cut shirt, wearing some skin-tight jeans, sandals showing off some cute feet with bright pink painted toes. As I checked her out, I licked my lips and said,"How can I help you?" It was hard not to check out her cleavage. This woman had some nice breasts and I was just thinking what I wanted to do to them.

Chuckling, she said, "Well, first look up, my eyes are not down there. Secondly, this I believe is yours." She handed me an envelope and walked away. D**n, she has a sweet ass too. As I pictured what I wanted to do to her had she stuck around, I looked down and realized what she handed me. "F**k!!!" I screamed out loud. I slammed the door to my apartment shut and opened the envelope. She really did file, looking through the papers, seeing the reasoning being Lack of Commitment. Swearing I threw the papers onto the counter and went to the cabinet and pulled out my bottle of whiskey and went and sat in the living room. My determination to be here on Friday is even more solidified, she is not going to get away with this.

Jessie

I fell on my bed exhausted from the day, I can not believe Mark and his antics trying to get me to come back home. Ugh! I got up and picked up my phone knowing a text I needed to sent first.

J: Mark tried his crap again today to get me back home. He thought presenting me with real estate printouts for an office and houses would make me change my mind. We need to be prepared for him to try to be there on Friday even though I told him not to be home.

A: Let him try! I will go nuts on him! I can't believe he did that though. Did he think he could buy his way back into your good graces!! Rest up and forget about him, okay. I will be there to have your back on Friday.

I laughed at my friend's last text. She knows me so well, and knows that you can not buy my forgiveness. I put my phone on the charger and slid into bed. The week was about done and soon I would be driving to Georgia for my fresh start. I just hoped that I could get out of here without too much more drama, but I doubted Mark would allow that to happen.

The remainder of the week went by without incident. My coworkers threw me a goodbye party in the lounge, students that I had were handing me goodbye cards and, after all the tearful hugs, I was emotionally drained at the end of the day. However, I knew today was the day that I had to go back to the apartment to clear out the remainder of my things. I knew I was not taking much and there were only a couple of furniture items I was taking, but only because they were from my grandmother's house and I refused to leave them. I will be purchasing the rest of my furniture items once I get to Georgia, because I would not need them right away and I had an air mattress to sleep on until I found a bedroom set that I liked. I did some research into the area and found some cute resale shops I wanted to check out.

I texted Amy that I would meet her at her house so the three of us could go together, then placed my phone back in my bag. I already had some boxes broken down in the back of my car and I planned on just leaving my key on the counter once we had everything. When I pulled into their driveway, I saw Dean throwing some straps to secure the furniture into the back of his truck along with a tarp. He saw me pulling up and waved, calling over to me that Amy was in the house but would be out shortly. "Thank you for all of this Dean, it would be hard for me to get all of my stuff to Georgia without you." I walked up to his truck and he turned around. "I'm happy to do this Jess, Mark may be my friend but I never agreed with what he was doing. I don't know why he is doing this, but I am glad you are getting away and starting fresh. We will miss having you around though, but you can guarantee we will visit as much as we can." I felt a tear run down my cheek as he spoke. Dean has always been a great guy and my best friend is lucky to have him. I can't believe he is standing by me when Dean has been his best friend since high school.

"Alright you two, let's hit the road and get her stuff before Mark tries to show up and harass us." I turned around hearing Amy yell and walking out of their house. I could not agree more, I wanted to get this stuff and get back to my hotel because I had to pack the rest of my stuff so we could leave early in the morning. I had a lot I wanted to get done before I started my job on Monday morning. I am not one that can live out of boxes, it made me feel disorganized and unsettled.

We hopped into my car and Dean followed me in his truck. While driving I handed Amy pictures of the new place I was renting. It was a cute little apartment that was the perfect size for just me. It had everything I needed and the best part was the landlord had a spare loveseat that he was putting in there for me, knowing the situation I was coming from and how little I had to start with. I loved it because I didn't need anything huge because it would just be me staying there. As I pulled up to the apartment Mark and I had shared, I looked around for his car, sighing with relief at not seeing it, I got out and headed into the apartment.

"WHAT THE F**k!" I shouted, enraged.