Have you ever been
betrayed by someone you love? In life there are choices we have to make
regardless of our morals and I am about to make that choice. My wife and I
recently went on a honeymoon to Hawaii and spent a wonderful amount of time
with the one I truly love. In order to start a new family, we decided to reside
to the neighborhood of Kinsville. We bought a two-story house, which also came
with a large, beautiful backyard. The open backyard was the most appealing
aspect to this house because my wife is into gardening and landscaping. Everything
was a dream come true. Until one day, the neighborhood was unusually peaceful.
As
I was making breakfast this morning, I heard one of my neighbors, Sarah,
weeping and screaming in sorrow. I hurried and ran outside wondering what all
the commotion was. She told me that her son, Ted, has been missing for days and
has not come home. Sarah is one of my closest neighbors. She frequently comes
over to have coffee with my wife, Mrs. Davis. She would also talk endlessly
about gardening and her life. She was always cheerful and warm- hearted. Sarah
reached out, grabbed my hands desperately, and called out to me, “Cooper! Cooper!
Please find my son!” I felt the need to help
the poor woman.
Returning from
work, Sarah was always on my mind. I decided to sit my wife down and talk about
Ted being missing. She simply
disregarded the fact that he could have been gone. “I condole with Sarah but I am
pretty sure Ted is just doing fine,” said Mrs. Davis. Maybe I was over thinking
about Sarah’s situation. Mrs. Davis said calmly, “I think you are honey.” I
decided to visit Sarah’s house to check up on her. She looked even worse. When I
stared into her eyes, I felt emptiness and solitude. I tried my best to comfort
her and to reassure that her son is doing fine. However, this aggravated the
situation leaving Sarah even more depressed. I apologized and left her house.
After I came back
from Sarah’s house, I see my wife gardening as usual. I told her about Sarah’s
current condition and she told me that she was going give her a call. As I was
passing by the bedroom, I overheard my wife’s conversation with Sarah. “Sarah,
I am sorry that this is happening to you. I’m like a gardener that weeds out
unwanted plants and I did just that,” said Mrs. Davis. Her conversation with
Sarah left me baffled. Why did she refer to the gardener weeding out unwanted plants?
I was confused and wanted an answer. I asked my wife what she meant. She told me
that she weeded out all the negative thoughts from Sarah’s mind and comforted
her. While she was explaining, I felt a nervous tone throughout her
explanation. As wrong as it sounds, I became suspicious towards my wife.
In order to find
answers to my suspicions, I observed my wife carefully. She was acting a bit
strange after i confessed to her about overhearing her conversation. She was
quiet and cautious. Her change in behavior made me question her even more. Since
she was my wife, I doubted she would have done something insane. I trust my
wife to be faithful and trustworthy but something inside me kept suspicions
towards her.
One night I was
waken up from a loud thunderstorm and the rain beating against my window. I
shuffle around my bed only to find out that my wife was not present next to me.
i told myself that she probably went to go use the bathroom or went downstairs
to get a drink. An hour passed by, and at this point i was concerned where she
was. i got up from my bed and headed downstairs. The living room was unusually
cold. As I observed around the living room, I saw my backyard door fully open. As
I was walking towards the door to close it, I was able to see a dark silhouette
on my backyard. With fear and adrenaline rushing through my body, I ran outside
shouting “WHO ARE YOU!” The dark figure turned around and I was able to visualize
a ditch big enough to fit a man. It was hard to see the face of the dark
figure. Then I heard a familiar voice saying, “Honey, you’re next.”
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