Love Me, Love Me Not!

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Chapter 3 (v.1) - Chappter 3.

Submitted: February 09, 2019

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Chapter 3.

I should have challenged him then and there. I know I should have done but I was too much of a coward. I didn’t want to know that Ian was being unfaithful, not just with one woman but with at least four. If he admitted it, what would I do? I’d made him my ‘everything’. And if he didn’t admit it, denied it outright, I’d have destroyed any trust he had in me, along with the trust that was already fast fading that I had in him.

It seemed like every time he went to see his grandfather, he’d come home with another scrawled name, another mystery, or perhaps, mistress. After almost each weekend away I’d find another name in one pocket or another. I had to challenge him about it, couldn’t let him keep on like this. At first, when he’d started to visit Farley, he’d left on a Saturday morning, returning late afternoon then leaving the following morning, but now he went early on Saturday and stayed with Farley until late on Sunday night.

Did he not think he should spend his weekends with me? We saw each other hardly at all during the week. If things continued in this way we’d end of barely recognizing each other. Did he not worry that I might not find someone else to keep me company? Didn’t he care? Even worse, did he see me in such a way that he believed no one would be attracted to me?

Ian was adamant that he was just visiting his grandfather. For all I knew, maybe he didn’t visit Farley at all; or maybe it was the old man putting him up to it. Divorce was no scandal so perhaps he was indulging in a spot of match-making. I drifted along in a weird state of indecision for almost a year until Ian announced that Farley was seriously ill. He would have to spend even more time with his grandfather.

I could help. Surely they’d want me there now, doing the more unsavoury of the cleaning tasks but Ian said, “No, best leave things as they are. We don’t want to cause the old man more upset and embarrassment.”

Perhaps they were both unaware of the extent of Farley’s sickness. He was dead just over two weeks after Ian’s announcement. I’m going to sound cruel, callous, but in a way I was glad. I’d get my husband back. He’d not need to be looking in on his grandfather any more now. The place could be sold and Ian could wave goodbye to Carola, to Geraldine, to Roxanne and Victoria. He could remember me, Ella, the woman who had patiently waited for him to return to his senses. The woman who had done nothing but support him for all these years.

I was so wrong. Ian would not hear of selling his grandfather’s house, but instead spent even more time there. I built up the courage to suggest I could go with him now; after all Farley would no longer be complaining about me visiting.

No. You wouldn’t go while he was alive, so....”

I was speechless. It had been them; they would not let me go, but now that had all been turned around in to being my fault. Not only that, but there were all the phone calls. To Ian, from Ian; the only clue I had to who he was talking to was the occasional whispered name of Trudi. Who the hell was Trudi? Did Beverly know her, or Roxanne? Was he cheating on them almost as much as he was cheating on me?

This had to stop, I decided. I had to confront him once and for all andwhat better day to do it than on Valentine’s Day. I could remind him of how much he loved me, wining, dining, a little seduction thrown in; if he’d promise never to look at another woman like that, I’d find a way to forgive him. It would be Ian and Ella once more.

I’d pretty much planned it out word for word, making allowances for his possible different responses. I had not anticipated finding his note on that very morning, though. elling me that he had gone, deserted me.....he was moving in with Trudi. Sorry it hadn’t worked out....I stopped reading then, in part because my tears were blurring my vision, and in part from the anger that seized me.

If I left immediately I might be able to confront him....them. I knew where to start looking for them after all. Farley’s house was where this whole sorry mess had begun. Forget nice Ella; Ella was mad, Ella was angry and Ella was going to do her best to exact her revenge.


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