My Wife's Little Secret: An errant wife, a husband determined to find answers and a web of lies and deceit. by Eve Rabi

Author:Eve Rabi [Rabi, Eve]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2014-11-15T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty

While she was busy, I walked over to the kitchen, opened the fridge and scanned it. Two eggs, an almost-finished bottle of tomato sauce, a tub of margarine, and a jug of water. That was it.

I opened the cupboards. A packet of rice, a couple packets of noodles, flour and olive oil.

It was then that I really took note of the surroundings. Threadbare, mustard carpets, probably from the seventies, rattan couches with holes in them, doors hanging off their hinges, peeling paint, damp walls.

Nadia was living in poverty.

Nadia and my son were living in poverty, while Olga was living in luxury.

I walked over to the baby and looked at him. He cooed at me and thrashed his arms and legs. I slipped my pinkie into his hand. He grabbed my finger so firmly I smiled.

“You’re a strong boy, aren’t you?”

He cooed louder.

I picked him up and held him close.

If you are my son, I am sorry that you had to live like this. If you aren’t my son, I will take care of you. I promise. You and your sisters, I swear you will never live like your mother did. I am your knight in a shining Jeep.

When Nadia returned, I was still holding little Gareth. “I changed my mind; I’m taking you guys away. Out of this shithole. Pack your things right now.”

She stared at me. “I…I…Ritchie, if they come here and see me gone, my things, they will come after us and…”

“Fine, leave your stuff. All of it. We’ll get more. Let’s get out of here. I’m going to put you in a safe place till I can fetch you.”

She didn’t move.

I tried to grab her hands. She pulled them behind her.

“Nadia, you need to trust me,” I urged.

“I’m scared, Ritchie. They killed Viggo, remember? You can’t cross them and…”

“Don’t be,” I said in what I hoped was a reassuring voice. “Trust me. Please. I have a plan.” I put out my hand once again, my eyes urging her to accept the lifeline I was offering. After staring at it for a few moments, she gingerly reached out to take it, her fear unmistakable in her clammy touch.

“Good girl. You’re doing this for our kids.”

She nodded. “For our kids,” she muttered.

“Let’s brainstorm,” I said. “I need your help here.”

Another nod from her.

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