The One Night Stand Mystery

While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her

Katie Oettgen

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

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Roselle was at work, doing her evening shift, serving coffee to customers and when she look at the time, it was already late so she quickly rounds up her work and grabs her bag then she wave to her fellow colleagues and left there hurriedly.

She called a cab and entered inside, but she was getting worried already, her step mom doesn't like her coming home late or she'd be in trouble.

She was so restless, all through the ride until she reached her destination, and then she came out and paid the cab man, the left over money in her hands, and hurried inside the apartment.

Her step mom was already waiting for her at the door, in rage and her belongings are littered all over the floor.

"Good evening, mom" she greeted her but was replied with an unexpected slap instead, and she blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill her eyes.

"Keep your silly greetings to yourself, you whore. How many times have I told you not to call me mom because I'm not your mom, your mom is already rotting in hell where she rightfully belongs".

Her step mom yelled out loud at her face and she started crying.

"Mom please, I beg of you, the fact that I offended you doesn't mean you should bring my dead mother into this".

She replied her back in anger and her step mom two daughters, came out let's throw her out, where she rightfully belongs which is the street".

"Take all this thrash, and get out of this house, I don't ever want to set my eyes on you".

She dragged her out, and throw her luggage on the floor and Roselle pleaded with her, but she didn't listen to her, and that was when she realized that her step mom got all this planned out.

She knows her step mother, hated her but she didn't know, she will go to the extent of throwing her out in the cold night, without anywhere to go.

She banged the door continuously, but there was no response, so she accepted her fate and stood up from the cold ground to find refuge.

She walked in the lonely street, with her eyes already puffy from tears, and she was shivering due to the cold wind that was blowing around her.

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Barry was on his way home when stopped at a flower shop to buy a bouquet of flowers, for his wife and he drove home happily.

Today was supposed to be their wedding anniversary and he had planned something nice for them.

He droved into the compound and went inside but he was surprised as his wife wasn't there to welcome him as usual, and he head upstairs anyway going to check up on her.

He approached his room and was hearing strange sounds inside, and he opened the door and meet something so shocking.

His wife and his best friend were copulating on his matrimonial bed, moaning out loud. This was something he didn't see coming, it instantly froze his heart.

They didn't notice his presence until he throws the bouquet of flowers on a flower vase nearby and it broke into pieces and attracted their attention.

"it's not what you think Barry.. please forgive me," his wife said as she pushed his friend off her, and used the duvet to cover her body in shame and his friend stood up trying to get to Barry but was punch, right on his face and he staggered backward and spit out blood.

He left them without saying a word, to them and he was so furious, he has trusted them so blindly, how can the two people he trusted the most betray him and that also signify that they had been long time lovers.

They must have thought, he wasn't coming home early from work, and even have the modernity to make out on his matrimonial bed.

It was still like a dream to him, they must have taken him for a fool, and here he is all prepared for their wedding anniversary, and then it turns out wrongly.

He was so hurt, it was just like a needle pricked him, right in his heart, he need to think and get out of there that instant or he's going to end up doing what he'd regret later on.

He went out of the house, got into his car, and drove out of the compound in fury.

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Roselle has already reached a far end when she spotted an old woman at the road side which seemed deserted.

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