A Cops Revenge Chapter 2

A Cops Revenge Chapter 2


ONE YEAR LATER

It has been exactly one year since that fateful night in our house. Some interesting developments have occurred that have led me to this moment. I sat in the living room waiting for Liza to get home from the grocery store. I have since switched from the afternoon shift to the day shift. Not as much excitement on the day shift from 07:00 to 15:30 as there was on my previous shift. But it kept me home more with Liza to see what she was up to. Liza says that she was thrilled as she felt it gave us more time together, even though she struggled from time to time having to go without sex.

She whined a little but was quick to shut up before I had to put her in her place and remind her of what got us here.

To her credit, she did exactly as I asked. Liza set up a profile on a married dating site and a profile on a couple of swinger's sites. What she did not know is who exactly was responding to those profiles. I made Liza handle all the correspondence back-and-forth between the would-be sex partners and my profile. She did all the messaging and I even made her handle the hotel reservations when I went out on my dates.

Marsha and I continued to correspond, as well. For the sake of their three children, she decided to try and make things work with Marty. I couldn't really fault her for that. As I told Liza, I thanked God that she and I never had kids. That would have made this whole situation exponentially worse.

I found out from Marsha exactly what Marty's business trip schedule was like. The first time I found him was down in Hastings, Nebraska. He was staying at an economy hotel, presumably for anonymity, and I was able to locate him after he got back to the hotel from a local bar. To his credit, he was with his clients and no women. But it did not keep me from sneaking up on him, slamming him face first into a wall, giving him a knee to the balls, three hard punches to the gut and a vicious elbow smash across his left cheek bone.

I wanted Marty to feel pain. And I wanted him to know if it was me, without knowing so
I wore a ski mask and a hooded sweatshirt. I could not risk punching him in the face with my fists as it would certainly lead to telltale bruising if Marty ever pressed charges.

So, I just gave him a quick three-point beating head gut and groin. It was a signature that was repeated in Vermillion, Pierre, Minot and Bismarck. Again, to his credit, he took them all and never pressed charges.

All of that leads to this moment. I sat in my recliner in the living room and watched as Liza brought two bags of groceries into the house. She chattered about this and that and never really made eye contact with me. I assumed that was probably because she was trying to be stoic as she dealt with the idea of me 'dating' other women and wondering when that would end so she could resume her wifely duties. When she finished putting her groceries away, I called her into the living room.

She sat in the sofa opposite my recliner.

I have something for you, I said as she sat down.

Really? What is it?

I have a letter for you. It has been a year since...well...you know...and I want you to
know that it all comes to an end now.

Oh, thank God, Terry. If I had to watch you leave for another one of your dates again, I was afraid I was going to absolutely die!

Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore.

Does this mean that we can finally, you know, be intimate again, Terry?

I need you to read this letter first, I said, handing it to her.

I am going to do better this time, Terry, I swear. I am going to be the best wife ever! I'll deny you nothing! You'll see.

Just read the letter, Liza, I said, somberly.

She was smiling as she opened the letter and pulled out its contents, eagerly thinking that the worst was behind her, and she could finally move forward. Her lovely smile disappeared as she read the first page.

What? she shrieked, standing up quickly. What the hell is this? A petition for dissolution of marriage? What the hell is this, Terry? Is this some kind of a sick joke?

No, Liza. It is not a joke. Like I said, everything ends today. It's all over with.

Are you fucking kidding me? After everything I put up with to make it up to you. This is how you treat me? After watching you leave this house and crying every minute you were gone while you were on one of your dates with those whores I had to scrounge up for you? You're actually divorcing me now?!!

There were no dates, Liza.

Yes there were! I even got messages from those bitches telling me how much they loved fucking you!

No, there were not. I never went on a single date with any of those women. Because none of those women even existed.

What are you talking about, Terry?

All those women's profiles were fake. They were all created by me.

What? Why? Why would you do this?

First of all, hardly any men who go onto those married dating sites ever carry out an affair. There are hardly any women who even register on those sites and most of those women's profiles are fake, just like the ones I created.

Second, if I were to go out and have sex with other women, that would make me as bad as you. It would make me worse than you. While you did things that you knew would hurt me, I believe you did a lot of them because you were caught up in the novelty of the affair and wanted to do whatever you could to make it exciting and to keep it going, especially for Marty's sake. I have come to learn, through my therapist, that you probably did not do it specifically to hurt me. But if I had sex with other women, I would be doing it specifically to hurt you and punish you. And that would be worse in the long run.

So, that is where I really was when I was out on my dates, so to speak. I was actually seeing my therapist, I concluded.

Well then why? Why would you do this? Liza asked.

To prove your loyalty to me. To prove that you would actually carry out what I asked you to.

Well, I did, Tyson. I did exactly that. And because I did it, this divorce makes even less sense.

One of the things I told you, Liza, was that I never wanted you and Marty to see or contact one another ever again.

I have not seen him, Terry! I swear to God!

Yes, I know. I had a GPS tracker installed in your car.

Well, see? If you know I have not seen him, then this divorce does not make sense, unless you are trying to be cruel!

Just because you have not seen him, Liza, does not mean you have not heard from him. Terry, you can check my phone! Check the computer! Check all of it! I have not sent anything to him with my phone or the computer! I swear!

Oh, believe me. I have. I checked your smart phone and the computer. In fact, I even secretly installed a GPS tracker on your phone, too. And I know you have not seen Marty because Marsha also had a GPS tracker installed on Marty's phone and vehicle. So, yes. You are right. You haven't seen Marty.

So, then, why in the hell are you doing this to me, Terry?

Because I told you that I did not want you to correspond with Marty in any way, shape, or form.

Liza just looked at me. She knew something was wrong. I reached into my left pocket and withdrew a small prepaid cell phone, just as basic a model as you can get. You can call with it, but you can also text with it, too.

You see, Liza, I had a friend come over one day who is incredibly good with electronics and computers. She did a sweep of our house and found a very faint signal coming from your walk-in closet. The light socket in your closet; you screwed a secondary socket into the main light socket that also has an old-fashioned two-prong electrical outlet on it -- just the right socket to charge a cell phone with as you do not need a three-prong outlet.

As you did an incredibly good job of hiding it amongst all your shoeboxes and shit that you had piled up on the shelf in your closet.

Liza slowly sat back down on the couch. She knew it was over.

To make matters worse, not only did you keep and hide this secret cell phone from me, but there is also only one phone number programmed into this phone. Care to take a guess as to whose number it is?

Liza bowed her head in shame, began crying softly, and just shook her head 'no'.

I told you specifically that I did not want you to have any correspondence with him in any way, shape or form.

I..I was afraid...that you were going to hurt him, she sobbed.

I was going to hurt him. You knew that I was going to hurt him. And I did hurt him.

Several times. But that should not have been your main concern. Your main concern should have been doing everything I told you to in order to save our marriage. You did not do that, which tells me that you obviously do not feel that our marriage is worth saving. Hence, the divorce papers sitting in your hands.

Oh, God, Terry! I am so sorry! Fuck I have heard that before.

I no longer believe that Liza. But look at it this way. We are both young, in our early 30's, and we can each go out and find what we truly want. Me? I have always wanted children and you never did. So now I can find a woman who either has some young children I can help raise or I can have children of my own with her.

To be continued