Chapter 1(Epilogue)

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Justin:

Sitting on the edge of the bed with my head clasped in my hands. Beside me was my lover, tied and unconscious beneath the sheets. He was covered in bruises and marks, left by my hands, only minutes ago after another shocking discovery.

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8 Hours Ago Saturday, December 23, 6:32 P.M

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I arrived, just in time for my flight. To get back home to my husband who is waiting for me. It's 7:30 A. M the earliest flight I can get to be home before 12 P.M so I can treat my husband to lunch and dinner, after patiently waiting upon my arrival. Unfortunately, my flight was delayed then canceled due to the snowstorm happening. But shortly was able to find another flight that left me off not far from where my original flight was supposed to go. Within minutes I was boarding that plane and on my way home.

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Opening the door to my apartment, so eager to see my lover after two long weeks of meetings. But the welcome home I thought I was going to receive was not what I expected at all. It wasn't even a welcome, really. It was more along the lines of a slap in the face.

"Zeke love I'm home! Terribly sorry about that, traffic was a bloody mess and the airlines…" I laughed then stopping in my tracks.

A sound I knew far too well drifted in my ears. I followed the sweet melodic sounds of my love, and it led me to the bedroom. My first thought was that Zeke was in the middle of giving himself pleasure, and why not go help him since I am here now. But I didn't open the door, I had a guilty feeling I knew what was happening behind this closed door. A train wreck waiting to happen. Somehow I could not stop myself if I even wanted to, because I was already turning the doorknob revealing what I feared most. Pushing the door open, I stepped inside and that is when I realized what I was seeing. A punch straight to my gut. My suitcases, dropped from my hands as I felt the boil of anger inside of me slowly rise. The two intimate personnel in the bed stopped and looked at me. There I saw Zeke, with his leg spread and his hips arching like a woman, to a man I have never seen before. This man was my husband, my lover for six going on seven years by law, and had to face this.

"Justin…" The blond murmured. Zeke's voice echoed in my head. No regret that he was caught spreading his legs willingly for another man, yet a little remorse.

It was the biggest insult to me... Six going on seven years in January of being together and only married for three and this is how I am treated? After seven long years of being together, he gave up on me yet again. For what? Someone who had a better figure than me? Bigger erection? Was close enough to his age? It infuriated me. I was already tired from a long flight and drive… This just pushed me over the edge.

Angrily, I picked up the stranger's clothes and threw them at him. Never once looking at Zeke, or even spoke to him, not until his little fling thing was gone and out of my apartment. All of my boiling anger has left its' cage. This wasn't the first time it happened, and it wasn't the first time I caught some stranger fucking my beloved on the bed. I have always been kind and affectionate to him, and this was how I was repaid.

"How many times? How many times are you going to do this to me, Zeke? How many?" I yelled at him. Waves of anger flowing off me.

The blond never responded to me. All he did was cover his body marked with hickeys with the sheets, and said nothing. It pissed me off, so much, I couldn't stop what happened next. I struck my husband, hard, across the face. I, for sure, knew it hurt because it left a little sting on my hand, but that just pushed me more. I hit him a second time, then a third time, and continued. This continued on to the point my beloved was begging beneath me to stop.

"Justin! Justin please! I'm sorry! Stop please! Please! Justin!"

But I didn't. I kept going on further than the previous times, I have snapped. I was beyond angry. I went fully abusive on the man, I vow to never hurt. I knew I went too far, which brought us to now. My husband was now unconscious.

I had bonded my lover, bonded his hands to the post on the bed. I sat at the edge of the bed with my hands clasped together. I went over the situation I encountered hours ago. Deciding on which was the best path or plan to end this marriage. I had it, I finally snapped again.

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Present

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I rose from the bed inhaling sharply. Turning to my unconscious lover and undid his bonds. After, placing him over my shoulder and carrying him out to the car. From there I took his packed bags and repacked the car. In under an hour, we left our home. I canceled the lease on our apartment and sold all the remaining furniture in the house for extra. Not that I don't need it, just because things are not free. We were leaving town and never returning to it. I took his phone and sent his friends a message saying he was moving across the state. From one side to another, it wasn't a total lie. I was taking my bride across the state to live in the woods. I happen to own a cabin and I intended to live out the rest of days keeping Zeke locked away. Zeke would never touch another man as long as he lived. The blond will never leave my sight without my permission. Ever again.

I carried him to one of my cabins up on the hill, far away from people. The cabin was close enough to be in the forest but far enough from people even if he ran. I brought him to the second floor and tied him to the bed and left him to wake on his own. During that short time, I prepared a lot of things for the blond. Frightening things that would make Zeke tremble when he saw them. That time was approaching. I could hear his soft voice full of worry as he called for me. Echoing across the hallway, straight into my ears. I walked into the room, but he couldn't see me. I waited a minute deciding it was time to begin.

I stepped closer so he was able to lay eyes on me. Grinning at him, I leaned down and kissed his cheek. And spoke.

"You took forever to wake up. I was really concerned if you weren't going to wake up. But yet, not really concerned. You played me, the day I was hoping to come home to you and express all my love…Yet you gave it to someone else. Did you even love me?