Nancy
“Peter? Did you do the task I asked you to do?” I asked as I entered my son's room. The ten-year-old boy stood in front of the various computers wearing a headset, entertained as animated images of gunfire and death flashed across the computer screens. I took a look at the boy's room and sighed. “You might as well start tidying your room, darling,” I grumbled, starting to pick up the dirty clothes that were scattered around the room, footballs, expired food, etc.
“Why would I do that, Mom? Isn’t Dad paying a bunch of servants to do this work?” replied the boy.
“Even so, you still have legs and arms, my little man; you might as well put your dirty underwear away where they belong,” I replied, sighing again, seeing that he wouldn't be leaving the computer anytime soon.
“You’re such a grouch, Mom. This is typical of women; Dad was right when he said that you are a bunch of wimps who are only good for housework and serving men,” he said, mirroring what his father always said.
I pressed my lips together in a thin, straight line, wanting to tell that boy some good truths, but he was my son, and it wasn't his fault for what his father taught him. I just sighed and left his room with dirty clothes and a frustrated look.
We lived in a big mansion outside of Denver. The Morton family was the richest in the region; they had great prestige and influence over the city as they owned the largest investment company in the region, which made them increasingly rich.
I had been living with the Mortons for several years since I had married Bruce, their eldest son, and with him, I had raised two children: Peter, who at that moment was engrossed in games, which in my opinion did not look healthy for a ten-year-old; and Amber, who at this time, was studying fashion in New York.
If you asked me if I considered myself a well-rounded and happy woman, would I say maybe? My marriage had been by contract; I hated it at the time for being handed over to a man I had never seen before, but when the children started to appear, I began to love my husband, even though he had very few qualities towards me. Today, I live for my children first, so yes, I consider myself a satisfied woman.
My cell phone rang, and I answered it as soon as I arrived in the laundry area, putting the dirty clothes in the washing machine. “Hi, dear,” I said.
“So, kitten? Are you ready for tonight? Did you try the little gift I sent you?” Lanie, my longtime friend, asked in a mischievous voice.
I almost blushed when I remembered the little gift she had sent me; it was simply a very flashy red lingerie that even came with some accessories. I was so surprised when I opened the package and saw the scandalous piece of underwear that I quickly returned it to the package and stored it in a well-hidden place at the back of my closet.
“Oh, about your gift… It's just… Um... Thanks, Lanie, but I can't wear that,” I said, turning on the washing machine.
“Hey, why not? Didn't you say today was your wedding anniversary? Being married for twenty years is a long time, friend; you deserve a celebration,” she insisted.
“It's just, I don't know if Bruce will like it…” I replied fearfully. Most of the time, my husband was cold and distant with me; we never did any kind of spicy things like other couples.
“Well, you'll have to try to find out, won't you, Nancy? You guys need to spice up your relationship somehow. Open some champagne, put on your lingerie, and get sensual for him, and I guarantee you that your night will be so good that it will be as if you were back in your twenties,” she said, supporting the idea.
I nodded slightly with a constrained chuckle. “Maybe you're right, Lanie…” I said, feeling really tempted to do the things she suggested.
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“The lamb is very good, Nancy. Thank you for the meal,” said Charles, my father-in-law, while the whole family was at the table enjoying a beautiful dinner. Charles's wife, Glory, a pretty woman younger than me, was sitting next to him, feeding their five-year-old son, the newest member of the Morton family.
“No need to thank me, Charles,” I replied to my father-in-law.
“And I don’t get any compliments? I also helped her prepare the meal,” demanded Candace, a young woman who was the wife of Harald, the second son of the Morton family.
“Thank you too, Candace,” my father-in-law corrected himself.
“See, it didn’t cost anything,” said the girl. Everyone knew that Candace was a bit of a hothead. Bruce, who was next to me, chuckled at the girl's behavior and then went back to eating in silence; he couldn't even praise my food. “By the way,” the girl said again, “can I know when my husband returns from his trip? I miss him so much; you can't imagine how difficult it is to sleep alone in the middle of the cold, shitty forest where we live.” I couldn't blame her; the girl was from California.
“I'm sorry you have to be sleeping alone, my dear daughter-in-law, but Harald had to go to Washington to attend to important matters, but he'll be back by next week,” my father-in-law said softly.
“Argh, that's what it's like to marry important men,” Candace complained, looking at her manicured nails.
“If you want, I can sleep with you, Candie,” suggested my idiot little son, with his elbows on the table, his chin touching his palms, and a silly, passionate expression directed at Candace, who gave him a look of disgust.
"First, learn to clean up your snot, boy,” she replied, making everyone laugh.
“Speaking of Harald, Dad, are you sure you can trust this company in Washington enough to invest so much money? I'm afraid it's too big a risk to take,” my husband said, bringing up the subject of work. So he and his father talked about it for some time, since only the two of them understood what they were talking about.
Meanwhile, all I could think about was the scorching night I had decided to prepare for my husband's porcelain wedding.
Nancy“So does this mean that Ford Buildings was unable to meet the schedule for the first phase of the investment? It's time to cut off their funding then,” I heard my husband say as he came up the stairs and walked down the hall to our bedroom. After dinner, the men of the house always had a conversation by the fireplace while drinking wine and then retiring to their rooms; today was no different. I was nervous because I didn't know how Bruce would react when he saw the surprise I prepared for him. After dinner, I had rushed to tidy the room. “Ha, no that, McCoy. Morton Investment didn't become the best in the region by doing charity and being condescending. I demand that you defund these fucking idiots by tomorrow!” He was shouting into his cell phone, but he stopped in surprise as soon as he opened the door and found red rose petals scattered across the floor and on the large bed, contrasting with the milky white sheets, a table with champagne, chocolate, and even a decorative c
Nancy“This is a disaster,” said my father-in-law as he paced the living room with his hands on his hips and a dismayed expression on his face. My scream had woken everyone in that house, so now my father-in-law, his wife, Bruce, and I were in the living room to see what we were going to do with the whole situation. “As a prestigious family that we are, we have a reputation to uphold in this city, so a cheating scandal could very well ruin our name,” said the man, basically worried about the family business. “It’s not that deep, Dad. We're fucking billionaires; these bastards would still lick our balls under any circumstances,” said Bruce, clicking his tongue. He was sitting next to me on the couch, relaxed with his legs apart as always, shaking one of his legs like he was a little annoyed at being caught. I was on the other side of the sofa, curled up in the corner, covering myself tightly with my nightgown, staring at the floor, still having the vivid image of the sex scene I witne
Nancy“Is this serious, mom? Are you seriously going to leave Dad and me and go away?” asked my son as soon as he entered the room. I was packing my suitcase to leave. “Oh, son,” I said, going over to him and hugging him tightly. “I'm sorry you're facing this difficult time. I'm really sorry, my dear…”“You don’t have to leave, Mom,” he pleaded. “Stay with us.”“Unfortunately, I have to go,” I said to him, caressing his face. “Are you going to leave me here alone?” He asked. I shook my head, feeling my saddened heart. “You can come with me, Peter,” I suggested, and he moved away from me. "No! You have to stay here and not leave. Do not be selfish. Who will take care of me? It’s not fair for a mother to abandon her child,” he said, and I felt accusation in his words. “It was your father who told you to say those things, right?” I asked, stepping back. “Yes, and he is right, but you still want to leave me alone here. I hope you suffer, you bitch!” he shouted and ran out of the roo
NancyThere was a bus stop five hundred meters from the Morton property. I always looked at that empty and little-used place whenever I was in my husband's family's private car heading into the city to do everyday things like shopping or going to my schoolchildren, and today I dragged my suitcase to that bus stop and sat there waiting for public transport to show up. But where was I going? It didn't take long for me to realize the difficulty I was going to face, in having a place to go. Where was I going? What would I do from now on? I realized that I was so comfortable in my marriage that I never thought about myself individually. How would I survive a divorce? I was a thirty-eigth-year-old woman who had practically never worked in my life, as I had spent half my life taking care of my husband and children. But now that I was separating, how was I going to survive in this world alone? By the time I left the Morton house, I hadn't even stopped to think about it. I just desperately wa
NancyThe ringing of my cell phone woke me up, and I felt my lamp, picked up the device, and saw that my daughter was calling me. “Hi, my love,” I said as soon as I answered, rubbing my face with my hand, still drowsy. “Hello, Mom? Haven’t you come home yet?” Amber asked on the other end of the line. "Um… Not yet, darling,” I replied a little fearfully. It had been two weeks since I was at my friend Lanie's house. "Um... Okay? When do you plan to return?” She asked in a somewhat petulant manner. I sighed. “To be honest, I don’t even know if I’m going back… I actually don’t intend to go back, sweetie,” I replied, being frank. Obviously, I wasn't planning on going back to Bruce after everything he did to me, and I was amazed that my daughter was asking me that question. “Look, Mom, I know what you’re going through. Seriously, I know exactly what you're going through because I've been cheated on too. Do you remember Kenny, my ex-boyfriend?” She asked, making me frown as I tried to
Nancy"What? Give it back in kind and make him taste his own medicine? What are you suggesting, Lanie?” I asked, being a little dumbfounded. She and I were still at the dinner table, and she had just suggested that. She shrugged now. "Yes. Didn't your husband go to bed with someone else? Then you also go to bed with another man, and then you become equals,” she explained, making me gasp. “How can you suggest such a thing? Do you think I'm such a vulgar woman up to this point? Do you think me going to bed with another man will solve things for me?” I asked, shocked that she was suggesting such a deviant thing. “It probably won't solve anything, but it will make you feel a little better. What is it? Do you think Bruce deserves happiness after all these years he played with you?” She retorted. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to smudge my body by getting involved with someone I don’t know just to get revenge on him,” I countered. Lanie laughed, waving her hand. “I don't see it smudg
NancyThe following afternoon, I decided to make a delicious dinner for my friend as an apology for what had happened between us in the fitting room of that clothing store. I understood that Lanie only wanted the best for me; it was hurting her to see me as low as I was. She was trying so hard to help me that it was time for me to thank her in some way. So I decided to make steak with mashed potatoes, some typical food, to remind her of home. I was seasoning the steak to cook when my cell phone rang, receiving a call. I picked up the device to see who was calling me, and my blood froze when Bruce's name was there on the screen. Likewise, I dropped the device on the kitchen counter and recoiled my hand as if I had been stung by a bee. Why the hell was this man calling me? What did he want for me? Couldn't he see that I hated him now and that I was repulsed? Disturbed, I picked up the cell phone again and answered at once. "What do you want?" I asked dryly. “You really lost track of
NancyLanie understood perfectly how to groom a woman until she was beautiful, because, in the end, when I looked in the mirror, I definitely didn't recognize myself. My darkly highlighted hair was wavy and voluminous around my head, so soft and silky; the velvet red lipstick attractively outlined my mouth; the dark eyeliner around my eyes highlighted the blue of them; the red dress fit so elegantly and sexy on my body; on my feet, a high but comfortable heel; in my hand, a matching purse. I spun around on my own two feet to take a better look at myself, completely dazzled by my transformation. “What a beautiful woman! I would give you twenty-five years at most, Nancy,” said Lanie with a proud smile at the result of her work. “You really outdid yourself,” I praised her. She also looked pretty wearing a tight skirt and a strapless blouse that looked perfect on her. “We both look beautiful,” I added with a smile. “So let our girl's night begin!” She declared being excited, and I also