Retreat
Copyright© 2019 by Colin the Dogg
Chapter 4
She spends a long an arduous night reviewing all that has happened only now realising that the contract was cleverly written, that the words and phrases she had noted for having alternative meaning to what she believed they said, were what she could not believe. She had wanted so much to gain what she felt she had lost, that she had seen what she had wanted to see. He naivety had led her to think that the only way to interpret the double meanings were the innocent ways. Now it was all too clear, unfortunately, it was also now too late for second thoughts and she can only hope that Michael is having a better experience than she and that he will forgive her for getting them into this when it is all over.
The sun is up before she finally falls asleep, she stirs at a knock on the door, but goes back into a deep sleep. She does not awaken until just after midday.
Still in the jeans she wore last night, she finds an unsexy bra and a shapeless, unrevealing top to wear. She looks out of the window at a bright and cheery day and sobs, slowly slumping to the floor and mumbles, “Give me my husband back.
She sits on the floor helpless and hopeless until a knock on the door, “Michelle, I’ve brought a pot of tea, I would like to...”
“Fuck off you bitch, you tricked me. You know I didn’t want this shit, fuck off and leave me alone.”
“Suit yourself,”
Michelle does not miss the irritation in her words and the observance gives her a small reason to smile. “Good, hope I really pissed off the bitch,” and she wonders what the time is, the only clock she has seen in the house is the one in the office earlier.
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