Not A Perfect Marriage

Not A Perfect Marriage

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By:  Regaan  Ongoing
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Marcello believed his life is perfect, he got a perfect job, a perfect wife, perfect house. What more could he ask for? Marc knew he had gotten everything good in life, Little did he know this was just the beginning of his mystery, an exodus of his his life shattering into tiny pieces. His only mistake was that he had come home early, too early.

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Chapter 1

Marcello's POV:I pinched the bridge of my nose for probably the 50th time in the past 36 hours. I didn't sleep well on airplanes. I never had. Not even when I hadn't slept in nearly 2 days.Coming home was well worth it, though. As I smiled down at the plain gold band on my finger, I marveled at my perfect life. Not bad for an orphan.My life hadn't always been perfect. My parents were killed in an automobile accident when I was 7; that's the absolute worst age to be orphaned. You're just past the age where anyone will adopt you but too young to know what's going on. All you really know is that all the people in your life that you love and care about, and that care about you, are gone.I had no relatives. My grandparents on my mom's side were gone long before I was born. My dad's mom passed away just before my birth; he'd never known his father. Oh, I had an aunt somewhere – my mother's younger sister – but she'd left home at the age of 16 and just disappeared. No one knew where she

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32 Chapters

Chapter 1

Marcello's POV:I pinched the bridge of my nose for probably the 50th time in the past 36 hours. I didn't sleep well on airplanes. I never had. Not even when I hadn't slept in nearly 2 days.Coming home was well worth it, though. As I smiled down at the plain gold band on my finger, I marveled at my perfect life. Not bad for an orphan.My life hadn't always been perfect. My parents were killed in an automobile accident when I was 7; that's the absolute worst age to be orphaned. You're just past the age where anyone will adopt you but too young to know what's going on. All you really know is that all the people in your life that you love and care about, and that care about you, are gone.I had no relatives. My grandparents on my mom's side were gone long before I was born. My dad's mom passed away just before my birth; he'd never known his father. Oh, I had an aunt somewhere – my mother's younger sister – but she'd left home at the age of 16 and just disappeared. No one knew where she
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Chapter 2

By the age of 26 I had a doctorate in Chemistry and Software Engineering, and Bachelor's degrees in Mathematics and Physics. I'd used my first two patents to start my own consulting firm – the firm owned the patents so proceeds profited the firm – and was well on my way to becoming fabulously wealthy and successful.I met Amber when I was 29 and wandering around a fraternity party. My roommate and best friend, Doug, was in the frat and had invited me; I enjoyed the parties and was friends with most of the brothers but I had never joined – I was just too busy. So there I was, nursing my beer (I never had more than two – I just didn't enjoy drinking) when this angel walked in the door. She had come to the party on the arm of this big man who looked like he played football – by himself ... and won ... and she proceeded to get completely bombed. The football-looking guy was having too good a time to help her home when she was on the verge of passing out – so I volunteered.It isn't what y
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Chapter 3

I had ensured that all of my contracts that required travel included a clause that said I was to be home for two days every weekend and at least 1 week of every month; I didn't think I could go any longer without seeing my wife and son. It was the one immutable rule I had made for myself and I'd never broken it until this past weekend, opting to finish my work on Saturday and Sunday so I could get an extra week with Amber and Mikey.I pulled into the driveway in my 1998 Buick Skylark. I'd read once that when people who had nothing all their lives came into money, they tended to either spend it lavishly or hoard it religiously. I fell on the hoarding side, I'm sure, but I never saw the reason in buying anything flashy. I preferred simple, reliable things and my Skylark was old but reliable. It got me from point A to point B and that's all I needed. The company had a few cars on lease in case I needed to entertain potential clients but I almost hated to use them. A simple gold wedding b
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Chapter 4

We'd often used a pillow to muffle her wails so that we didn't wake up Mikey ... but Mikey wasn't here now, so she had no such compunction."Uh ... uh ... uh ... fucking ... fucking ... CUMMMING..." the man wailed, bringing her over the top, her wails adding to his own as I watched him push as deep as he could into my wife. His back was bowed, his hands holding him above her, his ass flexed taut as he ground himself into her. I knew what he was feeling, could remember feeling it myself ... and I ground my teeth at the memory.They stayed like that for a moment, clutched together, my wife's hands almost like claws against his back, holding him. Her legs were tight around his thighs, her legs flexing as her wail went on and on. There was an added grunting to it as she drew breath to continue, a ululating sound that told me she was having a really big orgasm or maybe even a series of them; Amber could be multi-orgasmic when she was really into the sex as she obviously was now. That memor
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Chapter 5

I'd heard enough. I wasn't sure I could take any more. I think I'd hoped this had been a one-time thing but now I knew better. This had been going on for years – since she was 17, she'd said, so at least 13 years. And he'd spent the past week with her, having sex with her. I couldn't take any more.My hand wasn't very steady as I wrote the note. My mind was clear but my body wasn't listening to it too well. Luckily it was a short note."I can't deal with this."I put the box in the middle of the hallway about 4 feet from the door, the note under it. I walked back slowly and quietly and picked up my luggage and walked through the mud room and into the garage. Both Amber and Dave's cars were inside and I resisted the urge to hurl large, heavy objects through their windshields. I closed the door quietly, pulling my keys out of my pocket and carefully selecting my car key. Then I activated the garage door.I wanted them to hear me and the garage door would make sure of that; I'd hooked th
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Chapter 6

Thank you for seeing me on such short notice," I supplied the platitude woodenly as I took my seat, setting the folders I'd brought on my lap. I did everything woodenly at the moment. I didn't like this life so much anymore.It had only been 24 hours since I'd witnessed my wife's long-term affair with her brother. Could that be true? Could it only have been 24 hours ago that my whole life came crashing down? It seemed so much longer than that. It seemed a lifetime ago.Was this even real? I mean, the past few days seemed almost like a bad dream. My life couldn't have fallen apart that quickly, could it? This must be some kind of nightmare. I'd wake up in a little while, just a little while, and Amber would be lying next to me and I'd share my nightmare and she'd laugh and console me and tell me everything was going to be alright..."Well, Mr. Breuster, I'll tell you the truth," Mr. Owen Arnold, attorney at law, greeted me with a smile. He was an older man with steel gray hair and pier
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Chapter 7

Irreconcilable differences," he said, pursing his lips. "It's either because the person seeing me has fallen in love with someone else or his wife has and he can't prove it. The shell-shocked look about you tells me that it isn't you running around, which means it's your wife and you can't prove it. So ... who do you think she's cheating with?"'Tell him!' something inside of me screamed. 'Tell him all the sordid details!' I actually opened my mouth before closing it. Even in a hallucination I couldn't bring myself to say those words, though."It's just ... irreconcilable differences," I said quietly, closing my eyes briefly."Relative, then?" he said, his voice damnably smug."Wha-What?" I sputtered again."Son, I've seen it all," he said quietly. "I've sat in this chair a long time and I've become pretty good at reading people. I can tell you're hurting. From what I know of you, what Rory tells me, you're not a man to make an unsubstantiated claim against someone – not even your wif
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Chapter 8

I choked up before I could respond. I'd been keeping my emotions down deep in my stomach, holding them hostage there. As I strove to answer his question, though, I found myself unable to hold them any longer."Two reasons," I said quietly. Oh god, this wasn't a nightmare, was it? This was really happening, wasn't it? "First, I just ... just want this to go away. Quickly. I need it to ... I need it to be over as fast as possible ... I can ... I can't...""No matter what you do, this ain't gonna be over quickly for you, son," Owen interrupted me. His voice was quiet, sad. I shouldn't be able to hear that sadness in a bad dream, should I? "What's the second reason?""Because I love her," I responded simply and quietly, unable to hold the tears from rolling down my face. This one was easier. "I can't help it. I still love her."The older man shook his head. "Son, have you thought about counseling? I mean, cheating is a hard thing to get over but some people can do that.""Not me," I said,
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Chapter 9

The rage of being there for her over and over and over again only to find she'd never really been there for me. I couldn't deny it any longer. This was real. She'd fucked me over and nothing she or I would ever be able to say could change that.The sky through the taxi window was blurry but whether it was due to the rain or my tears was anyone's guess. I had made a life for Amber. I had given my life for her. She was my life. We'd had it all: money, friends, a wonderful child. How the hell could she do this?I'd fucking had so many opportunities to get some anonymous woman in bed. Waitresses, business associates, interns and employees for the companies I'd contracted out to. Hell, even some of my own employees made it pretty clear that they were available; my admin, Jeanie, for example, with her red hair down to the crack of her ass and those emerald green eyes that looked so innocent and yet so damn naughty. You can't tell me that bending over the desk to point out contract details w
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Chapter 10

"Hi, I'd like to speak with Johnny Diamond," I said into the phone. I'd paused just inside my office building."I'm sorry, sir, but he's out," the soft voice replied. "May I ask what this is about?""Yeah," I said, my voice almost a snarl. "I need to hire him.""Oh, well..." I heard paper shuffling as her voice trailed off. "I have an appointment for tomorrow morning at 8am. I won't have anything after that until next week, next Wednesday at 10am.""Tomorrow morning is fine," I replied. "I'll see him tomorrow at 8.""WAIT! Sir!" she called as I moved to turn the cell phone off."Yes?""Who can I tell him the appointment is for?" she asked in relief."Davison," I replied after a moment's thought. Johnny and I had shared a room at the Davison halfway house. "Just put down Mr. Davison."I used the back door to get in; the back door opened on some stairs and my office was on the 8th floor just off those stairs. I wasn't up to seeing too many people right now. I wasn't sure I could be civi
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