Pretend You're Someone Else (Chap.6) 1/3

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ID: 1727540   (Rated: 18+) Pretend You're Someone Else  A man hides a secret from his family and has no clue that his son has the same secret. by KAT26/Adrian--Published!

Chapter Six is divided into three parts. This is part one.

Part One

Chapter Six

March-1992

Avoy, Georgia

Part 1/3

"I'm glad you're leaving. But you left me for him?"

         Making his way down the spiral staircase, Peter glanced at his silver watch. He had an hour to eat breakfast. He needed to be on the road by eight sharp, which would get him to the courthouse with thirty-minutes to spare. Being early was something he craved; it kept his life in order.

         Thinking of this glorious moment made Peter recall the day he came home on his lunch break and found Joy in the process of leaving him.

         "So, this is it?" He watched his wife throw three, expensive suitcases on her unmade bed.

         "Well dear, it's not like our marriage was for real," Joy airily called out, while turning to rummage around in her closet.

         Peter sighed, she did have a point.

         "His name is Ned; I met him when my car ran out of gas in Monroe two months ago."

         "Why were you in Monroe?" Peter asked. His wife never told him anything, then again, how could he argue? He was guilty of the same conduct of sorts.

         Joy rolled her heavily make-up laden eyes, as she began to fill several bags with various beauty products.

         "I was on my way back from that concert in Athens and my car ran out of gas by the ramp..."

         Suddenly, a gritty voice interrupted her from the hallway:

         "Luckily, an incredibly, sexy, tow-truck driver saved the day!"

         Peter turned in surprise. Standing in the doorway was, without a doubt, the ugliest man he had ever laid eyes on.

         The stranger stood about five-foot-ten and stooped like a hermit. What was left of his hair was grey. Judging by the millions of lines that criss-crossed his shrunken face, he had lived a harsh life. That wasn't worst of it, the man had the nerve to enter Peter's home dressed in greasy blue jeans, with a white shirt that barely stretched over his beer belly. To complete this hideous ensemble were a pair of mud-covered boots.

         Peter honestly believed he was going to throw-up; thank God the children were at school.

         "Darling," Joy cooed in her fake voice. "Come in. Meet my husband."

         Ned stepped cautiously into the room, his eyes seemed to sweep everywhere, taking in the expensive furniture and antiques. To Peter's absolute disbelief, this creature of a man smirked, and began to size him up. Starting at his Italian leather shoes, the gaze traveled up to his cashmere turtleneck, the entire outfit probably cost more than what this man made in an entire year. Peter felt a little bit of pleasure just knowing this.

         "Well, now I understand why this beautiful woman is leaving you. There just isn't enough room in this house for two southern belles!"

         Joy crowed at Ned's outburst, while Peter wondered if it was legal to shoot this man for trespassing. Since his wife invited this poor excuse for a human into the home, probably not.

         Shaking his head Peter wondered what kind of blackmail his wife had on this man. Joy was never one to commit to anything. She was a vile, vicious woman who loved to play other people. If karma was real, his wife had it coming a million times over.

         "Expect a divorce," she suddenly announced, throwing Peter out of his daydream.

         "Oh baby, not that," he sarcastically shot back. "Don't tell me you don't love me anymore?"

         Ned glared, his eyes flashing a disgusting, glassy, sea-green color.

         "Whatever," Joy replied with a huff. "The only thing I love is your money. I stuck around for two children and almost twenty years of cheating on you." With an evil snake grin, she hissed, "The judge will give me all of your fortune--I'm going to drain you dry!"

         Peter was taken back. What was with this crazy woman? He had enough money to support his ancestors for generations. There was no way the judge would give her the whole fortune, which was close to three-hundred-million dollars, she literally was insane.

         "I guess Bella Peter is at loss for words," Ned laughed, showing his yellowish teeth. Joy smirked as she gathered her bags, "Whole damn family thinks they can walk all over the poor people in this town, especially his daddy! I wish that evil man hadn't shot himself the day his grandson was born! I wish he were still alive to watch me get what I deserve!"

         Peter shook his head. He had no clue as to what his wife was jabbering about. Perhaps she was drunk?

         "Come dear," Joy called out, as she pointed to one suite case and then reached down to grab the other two.

         Following them into the hallway and down the stairs, Peter watched his wife's new boyfriend purposely trail two greasy fingers along the expensive, silk wallpaper.

         Typical of poor, white trash to be jealous of something he can't have, Peter thought. Obviously, Ned didn't want the pink wallpaper; it's more like the thousands of dollars it cost.

         With one final insult, the disgusting man blew Peter an air kiss, Joy then added a "See ya, princess, I'll be back for the rest later," before hopping into Ned's truck and driving away.

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ID: 1749127   (Rated: 18+) Pretend You're Someone Else (Chap.6) 2/3  (This chapter is divided into 3 segments)"You had a baby without my permission"(1992&'76) by KAT26/Adrian--Published!