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Cheating Never Pays
By: Lady Lolita

Story blurb: From the POV of a man that was having an affair with someone else's wife, and got caught.

Warning: Death, short, POV

You know, I thought I was pretty slick. I met a woman that I knew was married, but got her to go to bed with me anyway. I guess, in a way, that was taking advantage. She wanted to get away from her overly jealous husband. You know, that should have tipped me off that something like this would happen. Never go to bed with a woman that has a jealous husband. He'll hunt you down like a dog.

That's pretty much what happened. He's standing in front of me, now, lecturing me, in a way I suppose it could be considered lecturing. It's not the same thing you'd see a parent doing or a friend doing. It's more of an 'I'm going to tell you exactly what I think of you and then I'm going to shoot you' sort of thing.

I'm not really listening to what he's saying, though. I'm just thinking back on the events that have happened recently to get me into this mess.

I met Susan on a trip to New York. She was the reason I moved from my home in California to New York. I wanted to be closer to her.

But, anyway, when I met her we got to talking and she started telling me about her jealous husband. She said she hadn't told anyone before, but for some reason she thought she could trust me. We ended up meeting more than once during my trip to New York to discuss her husband and the reasons she should get out of the marriage, for one she was afraid of him. On the last night of my trip, though...she met me in my hotel room, and one thing led to another and we ended up in bed together.

It wasn't planned, but I guess you can't really say it was "an accident". But, after that night, I kept in touch with her, even all the way from California. I knew it was risky, but we took precautions to try to ensure that she didn't get into trouble with her husband.

There were a few months that we didn't get to speak or see each other, other than through letters and pictures, before I was able to find a place to live in New York and move down there, and get all my stuff settled in. She even came over to help me get everything where it should be in my apartment.

Unfortunately, we didn't know that her husband had followed her. He'd thought it was strange that she kept getting letters that she would refuse to let him see. He'd found them one day when she was out grocery shopping. He probably would have left them alone, but he saw that the return address had a male name...so, he decided to read them.

When he realized I'd be coming back, and that she'd be going to my new apartment, he decided to wait and follow her, rather than just confront her with the letters that he'd found. I suppose I should have made a better effort to disguise what we were saying as something innocent. In a way, because of that, this is my fault. He killed her, already, the moment he found us in my bedroom tonight.

He thought she was going to go to bed with me, but we weren't planning anything like that. She was just helping me get this room situated and done the way it should be, like she'd helped me do with the other rooms. But, he didn't want to hear it, the only thing that registered in his mind was that his wife was alone in another man's apartment in the guy's bedroom, bent over the bed. Sure, she was bent over the bed; she was helping me with the sheets.

He yelled at her for a good twenty minutes, I didn't think he'd pull the trigger, I really didn't. But, he did, and I was a bit too late realizing he was going to do it. I couldn't get to her. But, in a way, maybe it's better that way. She got hers over with quicker. If I had tried to stop it, the most I could have done was get in the way of the bullet. And, then I'd be dead and he'd kill her right after.

I can see the crazy, wild look in his eyes. He's not thinking clearly, he's still too angry. I don't think he realized that by shooting and killing his wife this was PERMANENT. I don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry, but I really can't help it. I can feel the hot tears on my cheeks. I never meant to get her killed...

I suppose that I should have left her alone. She TOLD me he was violent, she TOLD me he didn't think straight when he got angry...but; I just didn't know when to stop, did I?

I should have been able to control myself. I'm 34 for God's sake! I should have told her that night we were together when I realized things were getting a bit hotter than they should, that we should stop, because she was still married. There's no reason that I should have led her to this fate. She didn't deserve to die, she really didn't. She was a good person...if he was going to kill someone, why couldn't he have just settled with killing me??

But, he's more interested in killing both of us, because she betrayed him and I was the cause of it. He's already killed her. He's just trying to torture me, while telling me exactly what he thinks of me before he kills me, I just know it. He wants to make me pay...if he can't do it physically well enough, he can do it emotionally. The longer I wait, the more I hurt, and he knows it.

Part of me wants to stay alive, even though I know how much I'll miss Susan. That part of me wants to see her husband put away for a good long time. But, its not possible, I don't have a weapon with me and there's nothing I could use for a weapon within my reach, and I know one false move and he'll shoot that gun, and he's a damn good shot.

But, maybe I should have gone for a weapon anyway, because now I see him pulling the trigger, the gun aimed right at me, and I know I don't have time to get out of the way now...



The End