A Gut-Wrenching Morning
The following is an excerpt from my upcoming book “Escaping the Jaws of Feminism”. Sign up here for news about the unexpected romance. NO AI was used to write this story. Read Chapter 4 The Midnight Tussle here.
He couldn’t breathe and ran towards the porch. John’s stomach was rumbling, partially from all the alcohol last night but also the surprise he had come home to. It was all boiling over, he started to get sweaty, suddenly he took a couple of steps on the grass and vomited his insides near the fence. He was puking in pain, but the images still kept rolling in his mind of his wife being unfaithful.
He walked slowly to the shed to get the shovel. He thought it would be best if no one saw his mess in the garden. So, he took the shovel and turned the grass upside down where he had just puked.
He had only had a couple of hours of sleep, the only thing he had on aside from the huge bags under his eyes was his bathrobe.
After Amanda rejected him, he went crazy for a few hours. Dancing, drinking “I’m better off without her for tonight,” he suppressed his pain with thoughts to make himself feel better.
Many women laid eyes on him and even tried advancing but he was too drunk by that time to do anything. So, he stumbled out of the club and into a massage parlour. One with a happy ending. He lit a cigarette before and after, even this drunk there was a shame about the shallow act that he could not be with. He needed something more to distract himself from the pain and emptiness within.
The masseuse was nice, probably a student paying off her loans while studying. She was an immigrant — just like John had been all those years ago. He felt so guilty he left her a humongous tip after it was all done. It didn’t take away the shame.
He waved a cab that ended up taking him home, but his night was far from over.
After he stumbled into his study in the middle of the night and turned on his computer, he saw two files on his desktop. “John and Ivana” and “Rebecca and Mike”. He snapped out of his drunken haze — his heart started racing almost as fast as his thoughts.
“Who the hell is Mike? What does this mean? John and Ivana, does she know about us? Does she have proof? Why is there a file named after my wife and our son’s math teacher?”
He couldn’t wait any longer, despite of the gut-wrenching fear he clicked open the file with “John and Ivana.”
At first, nothing was shocking to see but John noticed immediately that the file was over ten hours long. He started to panic and rushed to click through the file. His worst fears had come true, Rebecca had footage of him continuously cheating on her with his assistant. There was tape of him and her in clubs, at the office, in hotels. Somehow someone had managed to record the most intimate moments and even those where they just spent time together. Hours and hours of material.
He started shaking all over his body, he knew that this was a prelude to what he was about to find in the file called “Rebecca and Mike.”
He wanted to delete the file; John already dragged it to the Recycle Bin but restored it instead. Pain, confusion, fear, anxiety — they all rushed over him once he clicked the file open.
The first opening minutes were just school meetings where the cameraman focused on his wife Rebecca and his son’s math teacher. A man he had known for years. A man he didn’t think much of. He even secretly judged him for being out of shape and in a dead-end job. John dominated him in conversations.
As he fast-forwarded the file, the scenes now depicted only Mike and Rebecca together, not in school anymore.
John didn’t want to watch but the pure thrill and anxiousness made him press the button again and again. Until he got to the scene that took place in their own home. He remembered the date because that’s when he was out of town at a conference with Ivana and the boys were at Rebecca’s parents’ house. Rebecca had taken the weekend to recharge, or that’s how she had presented it to John.
Instead, he now saw what she had been up to. John watched his wife of more than ten years give herself to an out-of-shape math teacher in their bed. The worst part of this was that she seemed like she knew she was being recorded.
He barely slept after watching it, he could not stop thinking about the betrayal.
After taking the shovel back to the shed John walked slowly back towards the porch. He wanted to go inside and take a shower. To wash everything, to wash the shame. To cleanse himself of the pain. He felt true and raw emotion in those moments, but his dirty mind went back continuously to his wife and Mike the Math teacher. How his saggy man breasts dripped with sweat all over his beloved partner.
He yacked again, this time all over the porch steps. There was nothing much left, so he just gagged on his knees. Once it was all over, he started crying. Salty tears fell on his cheeks. The more he thought about it all, the more he sobbed.
This was an excerpt from my upcoming book “Escaping the Jaws of Feminism”. Sign up here for news about the unexpected romance. NO AI was used to write this story. Read Chapter 4 The Midnight Tussle here.
Ian Altosaar
