In Love With My Bully-Chapter 34: Shadows of Doubt

Richard’s POV

I didn’t know what the fuck was going on but I sure as hell was pissed. I was already livid from the moment I saw the meeting notification. And right now, her attitude wasn’t helping either.

"What the fuck is going on with you?" I shouted, my bottled anger seeping out.

"Let go of me!" I realized I was still gripping her arm "I’m sorry,"

"I cannot do this here, right now. I am at work and as proven by recent events, I have to maintain professionalism, I don’t know if Victor will be able to save my job again,"

That was another trigger for my anger. I couldn’t save my wife’s job, her ex did.

"So Victor is your knight in shining armor uhn. Didn’t realize you two were besties,"

"Apparently he is. Now if you will excuse me, I have a job to do,"

"Nita, just tell me what’s going on," fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

She sighed and stood up straight, her face determined. "If I do, will you let me leave?"

"I promise,"

"It seemed important to an anonymous person that I learn that your trip to Atlanta was with Gwen,"

I looked at her in shock. "Nita... I...,"

"Save it; I have to go," I said, standing aside, giving her the space she needed to escape my entrapment.

"Nita, let me explain," I tried once more but even I knew that since she didn’t hear it from me in the first place, I was damned.

"Don’t," she left the office, and a sudden wash of cold came over me. It wasn’t what she was thinking.

*****

On my way home, I stopped by Nita’s office so we could ride home together but she wasn’t there.

"Mr Numero?" Sasha- Nita’s assistant called from behind me. I turned to face her, "Can I help you sir?"

"Have you seen my wife?"

She looked at me with a puzzled expression. "She clocked out already. I thought she was on her way up to let you know,"

"Alright, thanks." I got on the general elevator and headed down to the garage where Martin was waiting, his phone in his hand.

"Sir! We have to leave now!" he said, immediately approaching the passenger door.

"Damon made bail and his court-ordered tracker just stopped pinging,"

"What the hell?!" I shouted and got in the car. Martin ran to the driver’s side and started the car engine in less than two breaths. "How did that happen?"

He revved the car into action and hit the road. He was honking and maneuvering the car like a maniac all through our journey home which took us half the time it usually does. The car was barely in the park when we both raced into the house.

"Nita!" I screamed in panic. "Nita!"

"Why the hell are you screaming like that?" I heard her voice come through the kitchen, her hands covered with mittens.

I breathed a heavy sigh of relief and immediately reached for her, pulling her into a crushing hug. My heart working faster than it could handle.

"What happened? Martin?" she muffled against my chest.

"Damon made bail and no one knows where he is,"

"Oh! Okay... How did he make bail?" She asked. I let her go and headed to the bar to pour myself a stiff drink, preferably a beefeater gin. At this rate, my heart was going to give out before I hit forty.

"He got a good lawyer and paid bail," Martin responded

"Yeah, I figured. But from the information given me about this man, he isn’t well-to-do. How did he afford a good lawyer and make bail of over five hundred thousand dollars? Does that make any sense to you?"

I and Martin both went silent. Well, in our defense we hadn’t exactly had the time to think about it since we got the news but she made a solid point.

"I will investigate the details," Martin said after a few seconds. "If you’ll excuse me, I need to go check the perimeter and tighten security."

Nita nodded and headed back into the kitchen after Martin closed the door behind him. I was afraid, I was afraid to lose her in any capacity. Not to death, not to her leaving me.

I downed two more glasses of my gin before heading into the room to freshen up. I came back out a few minutes later and changed into a T-shirt and shorts. Nita was waiting in the dining, and dinner was served.

Her cold shoulder was killing me but I would rather have her cold shoulder and know she was still there with me.

"Come, have dinner,"

I sat down to a plate of spaghetti, and we ate in silence. I moved our dishes as soon as I was done and did them. Then I returned to the bar, drowning my worries in the clear liquid that burned my throat.

After the fourth glass, I felt unstable, wobbling from the bar stool. I headed into my wife’s bedroom and got into bed beside her. She may be mad at me but she was still my wife, and I had a right to sleep with her, or did I? Everything was jumbled up in my brain, I couldn’t think straight.

Nita got out of bed the moment I got in it, grabbing the blanket with her.

"Where are you going?" I asked her holding on to the other end of the blanket.

"Away from you,"

"Can we talk now? At least let me explain myself,"

She stopped, with her arms crossed, waiting for an explanation.

"It’s not what you think," I started and then she reached on the bedside table, into her bag and threw an envelope at me. I opened it and found a few pictures of me and Gwen outside the hotel I was staying at. There were quite a few shots, I was holding her arm in one, in another, I was speaking with her, and in the last one, I was holding the door for her to get into the car.

I heard the rumble coming from my chest even before I could feel it. I burst into a very loud laughter. I couldn’t help it. "Is this all you got?"

She stood there; her arms crossed once more, visibly getting angrier. "There’s more? And why the fuck are you laughing?"

But all I did was laugh harder.