Devon's Deep Thoughts:
I lay in bed alone, feeling pathetic and regretful for a second night. My first thought lately when my head hit the pillow every night was always the same. A few swallows and deep breaths held back my tears. For years, women have been chasing me. Not to mention all the pretty wealthy girls my parents have tried to hook me up with. I flat-out refused. Why? Because I was waiting for the one who could turn my soul inside out and make me feel like a new man. Then I found her, and now I've let her get away.
I caress the silken sheets my wife loves so much. I'm enticed by her sweet sexy scent embedded in them. Her perfume clings to my pillow. My wife's warm and naked body would be close to mind. The scent of her shampoo, I would recognize that scent anywhere. The sweet smell of my woman is submerged in my brain. My body responds predictably to her nakedness; I am ready to claim her when I awaken to her nearness.
All the warm and cozy feelings remain here to remind me that she is gone. The only problem is that I can't sleep without her in my arms. The wife I love beyond reason, to the point of blindness to my faults that ended us, is long gone. With this jarring realization, I am mentally fully awake, only to find my situation had gone from what I thought was terrible to alarming. Surely Zari will divorce me, leaving memories that will torture me forever.
Late into the night, still tossing and turning in bed—uncomfortable staring at the ceiling, thinking and missing my wife. I just knew I had my wife wrapped around my finger, and no matter what I did, she wouldn't leave me. Boy, jealousy is rottenness to the bone! Oh, how I wish I could take back what I had done. The party was sincerely meant to welcome my wife back from the hospital. But unfortunately, I made a mistake when I met Mike and the guys at the club just a few days before the party, and that conversation got into my head. A memory flashed in my mind from a few nights ago.
{The mistake I made the night before the party.}
"Hey, I'm glad you are here, Devon. The fellows said, sitting at the table drinking. It was the place we normally meet at the club on Friday nights. Mike tells me. "I want to ask you something. I know how much you want to be with Susie. And I know you will be getting that divorce you have desired."
"Who told you that?" I asked Mike surprised to hear him say that.
"Man, you must be out of your mind talking about divorcing that beautiful woman you got!" Pete exclaimed.
"Susie told us. The girl is telling everybody that. Look, as your friend and man to man. I wanted to know how you feel about Zari and me dating after you get your divorce and get with Susie?"
My eyes formed into narrow slits, and I became furious. "Jeez, Man! Where is your respect? Zari is my wife! And no! You can't date my wife!"
"Man, you got to earn respect around here to get it. Right guys?" Mike asks the men.
"Yeah, man, any man in his right mind would love to have Zari as their woman," John says, taking another swig from his beer bottle.
Do you call that respecting Zari, flaunting Susie all over town? Better yet, do you respect yourself?" Mike pointedly asked.
"Man, shut up! And keep my wife's name out of your mouth!"
"Devon, learn to appreciate your wife. You have a good woman because If I had Zari, I would know how to treat her!"
"Forget you, Mike!" I left the club feeling guilty, knowing my best friend was right. But I was too jealous over that dance Mike had with Zari. How could she let another man touch her? That sent me into a jealous rage and made me do a stupid thing, wanting revenge.
The sun shone on Zari, but was I too blind to see how she smiled at me? Had I taken her for granted, as she said? Or was it because of my issues and pride? But after last night, I'm unsure if she is in love with me. She was so angry, and I was just trying to teach her a lesson. She must know I don't want a divorce. I even told her I didn't, but she left me anyway. It just doesn't make any sense.
Susie would have never left me that way. No matter what I do, she is the only person I know who stands by me. I thought Zari loved me much more than Susie did. After only being with me for eight days, she said yes to my marriage proposal! I thought she was really into me. But was it the romantic atmosphere she got caught up in? It must have been from what I saw last month, her laughing and having a good time with Michael. Why did I get so upset? Why was I so jealous?
Because she is my sweet, adorable, sexy, and elegant wife, I never thought I would love or want her as I do, but now I know l could never let Michael have her. These past two years, I admit I lost my way. The only person I ever thought about protecting was Susie. But now I want and need to guard what's mind. I'm sorry, Michael, I can't let you have Zari. People say if you love someone, you will let them go and be happy. But there's a saying that if that person loves you, they will return to you and be yours forever.
So, if I let her go, maybe my wife will return to me, and we can be in love forever?
But I just hope I haven't pushed Zari emotionally so hard. That I've driven my wife into the arms of another man. I lay here reflecting on my awful behavior two nights ago, and now I recognize I took things too far. Zari didn't deserve that. I'm still haunted by how her dark eyes darted left and right, looking like she'd rather disappear than be seen with me. Even though she said, her dance with Michael was innocent. We both did wrong. But I will be the bigger person and apologize first. While I chewed on my nail, trying to figure out what to say. The old-fashioned way is best just to say I'm sorry. First thing in the morning, that's what I will do. Get down on my knees, ask my wife for forgiveness, and come home so we can start over.
The Knock at the door:
I heard the doorbell ring first, and then a booming knock came on the door. "Alright, alright!" Who in the world could that be at 3 am? Could it be my wife? I quickly grabbed my robe so I could answer the door.
"Who is it?"
"Is this the Hightower residence?"
Before opening the door, I replied, "Yes, I'm Mr. Hightower. I said, looking at the video camera by the door and seeing two police officers."
"Mr. Hightower, my name is Officer Douglass. Can we speak to you, sir?"
I had no idea why they would want to talk to me. But I tied my robe up and opened the door.
"Sorry for disturbing you this morning, Sir," he said, showing me his badge.
"It's okay. How can I help you?"
"Can we come in, Mr. Hightower? It will only take a second."
"Sure, have a seat," I said as I sat on the other side of the coffee table on the sofa facing them.
"We have some disturbing news," the officer started. The sound of his tone and the look on his face began to unhinge me.
"Sir, there was a car accident two nights ago, and we have just found out it was Mrs. Hightower. The car crash took place on Highway 1 around 3 am. Saturday night. It was a head-on collision."
"Zari?! My wife, Zari, in a head-on collision? Oh, dear God, no! Is she okay, is she hurt?
Devon dared to asks is she's still alive, he was to afraid of their answer.
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I kept repeating in a state of shock. 'She must be all right. She must be all right. For a moment, it was as if I was watching a movie about someone else's life. Forcing myself to breathe so I could answer the police questions. Then, finally, I said in the middle of answering them. "Oh no! God says it’s not so! Is she dead!?" 'She's not dead, but…." "But what?" "She's unconscious right now, and her head was badly injured. But the doctors said there was some swelling, but they won't know how badly her brain was injured until she wakes up." "I got to go to her." "Yes, but we must ask some questions and explain a few things to you." "What do you need to know and explain to me? I just want to see my wife." "Yes, we know. Were you and your wife separated?" "Why?" "When we found the car, we saw that she had luggage in her car." "Well, a couple of days ago, we disagreed, as most married couples do, and she was going to stay at a friend's house for a few nights." "Well, we do
"How long will she be this way? Well, Mr. Hightower, there is no definite answer to that question. Some people recover within days, and others take months and a year." "When will she be able to come home, Doctor?" "We need a few more days to observe your wife before we let her go home with you. In the meantime, you can visit her as often as possible, so she can get accustomed to seeing you. But I'll main hope is that her memory returns soon." "And if it doesn't?" he asked, worried. "You will need to be strong, but most of all, your wife will need your patients and love.' "Alright, this is so difficult. I feel responsible for this happening to her," he said, hanging his head as tears ran down his face. "Sir, everything is going to be okay." As usual, Devon returned to work at the office with very little sleep from the previous two nights. It's been that way for some time, working on no sleep and little food. He felt riddled with guilt. All he could think about was Zari and all
Wait! Susie, you must understand. She’s still my wife.” I said as I approached a partially opened office door, closing it again. I swallowed deeply. "Look, Susie. I'm not going to cross that line. I know here recently we've had some intimate moments. But that was a mistake on both of our parts. We should have never gotten physical with one another, especially after I had already married someone else, it was wrong, darling, and I apologize for not showing more restraint back then. I think you are a great girl and friend to me, but that's all we've ever been, and I think we should keep it that way. No movement and quiet filled the office. I stood there wondering what would explode next because she refused to look in my direction. "It's because of Zari!" She said my wife's name with a heavy resentment, and I bristled. I stood, shoving my hands in my front pocket as she continued talking with so much malice. "What is it with her? How can you be drawn to someone who can’t even light
The Devon Hightower stood at his North Carolina estate's home. The man had it all; he was tall and handsome, with pale skin and dark eyes in the backdrop of his jet-black hair. He stood there looking out the large window at all his sprawling land as he watched the moon as it glistened off the lake. He sighed as he walked back into the living room and sat down, still holding the half-empty glass of royal crown. He was at wit's end, with his thoughts not knowing who would want to hurt Zari. Sure, he may have had enemies here and there, but not Zari. She was loved by most who allowed themselves to get to know his wife. He thought about Susie. Sure, she's childish and jealous. But would her jealousy make her go that far? Besides, the cops said it was a man they found in the crashed car. Who is he? Was he just some random thief trying to hold my wife for ransom because he knew she had married into wealth? That I will never know until Zari gets well. How silly of me to try and make my wife
Zari had a couple of hours before they would discharge her from the hospital. With a smile on his face, the beautiful stranger kissed her hand. “I’ll be right back.” Devon left the hospital to go shopping for Zari. He knew her style and taste. He purchased a dress in her favorite color, purple, a lavender pair of two-hundred-dollar silk panties, and a matching bra for her to wear home. A couple of silver high heels, and he put her 24-carat white diamond wedding ring on a platinum chain for her to wear around her neck, along with platinum diamond earrings. Devon had the salespeople wrap all her presents in a large gift box. An hour later, Zari looked at the tall, slender, handsome guy as he entered the hospital room, giving her the gift box. She wondered why he cared or why he bothered to do the things he did for her. She could not place him anywhere in the shadowy figure of her past or even within her present. Each time her heart beat a little faster. "These are for you? How are yo
"You just did. Maybe you had more complicated feelings back then than you do now. Some changes may be for the better. Don’t you think?" "I must be insane. Why can't I remember, yet I'm sitting here doing the opposite of what I would do? I must be insane!" "Don't say that. You're not crazy! You have an amazing mind that will come to you soon. At least I hope all the good times we shared." "You think so?" She asked. All this compelled me to search my soul anew. I want to remember these good times he speaks of so fondly. But simultaneously, the most vibrant, energized emotions he stirs within me bring me distraught and confusion. "Of course, that’s what I will be working on." And I will help you, and I will always be there." "Really...always? Despite if I Never remember you?" "Always." He assured her. Zari could have sworn she was in a fantastic dream. Strangled thoughts and a baffling memory perplexed and held her in their grip. While this sensual dream only got better as the
“Look, I want to hear why you feel that way. But not before you hear one of the greatest love stories ever told. I’m going to finish preparing our dinner. Okay, now stop worrying and crying.” Devon made dinner, pasta with grilled vegetables, salad, and bread. Serving dinner gave him something else to focus on besides how having her home with him felt. How amazing she smelled. “Dinner is ready.” When she entered the kitchen, she wore a crop top and shorts that hugged her sexy plump backside, and her hair looked different too. “What happened to your hair?” He asked as he dished up the pasta, vegetables, and garlic bread—then opened the chilled bottle of chardonnay he had gotten from the cellar. “Oh, my hair met a flat iron.” “I see you like changing things up fairly quickly.” “This is my style.” Her cute smile exposed the dimples he adored. “This pasta is amazing looking.” “Don’t be too impressed. It’s about the extent of my culinary expertise.” “I’m very impressed, and it
"That truly was a great romantic story. Thank you for sharing it with me." "Did it bring back any memories?" Devon asked hopefully. "If that was my life, it was amazing, romantic, and enjoyable to hear. But somehow, I feel there must have been more in my life. Nothing seemed to jar even the slightest memory or evoked the slighted feeling of love and happiness you describe." "Nothing?" Devon asked, concerned. "I'm sorry I don't mean to disappoint you. Maybe there was more pain than happiness?" "No! Not true!" He exclaimed. "How can you only remember the bad? And what is this bad that you are recalling?" "We both are tired; it's been a long day. Maybe I'll share it with you tomorrow. Good night Dev." Zari said, sashaying out of the dining room to the guest bedroom. ****** After breakfast, Zari found everything hard to believe. She was confused, like she was outside of herself, looking in. It isn't easy to explain. And she will never mention these things again to the lovely