Hell bent on scorching the earth took a back seat as my attorney laid out how bleak of a future my lot in life would be. Penniless with Hannah able to move her lover into the house. The same house we’d bought together but the one I’d spent all my free time restoring. ‘Cheaper to keep her’. ‘Wait for the kids to leave home’. The attorney drilled into me that Hannah could file for divorce at any time and my lot in life would be that shitty.
The downside was enough for me to consider fleeing the country. So I did what I could to remain her husband. I stayed, with my kids becoming my life, counting down the days.
It was while searching the internet that I found an April Fool’s joke. Mixing two over-the-counter liquid veterinary products would cause intestinal distress. So I bought, and kept in the garage, big bottles of each and got a pack of syringes from China. Using said syringes I injected the mixture into Hannah’s coffee K-cups. She loves that Blueberry-Hazelnut blend. The kids didn’t drink coffee and I hated that blend.
The first few days Hannah didn’t complain at all so I really upped the mixture. That’s why that first Wednesday was so tough on her. I obviously went overboard. Granted I used a bit too much early on but eventually found a happy medium. It was just enough to keep her feeling shitty but not so bad to send her back to the doctor. It was funny how her friends, having shared a cup of the tainted coffee, would then ‘catch the flu’. Friendly fire.
Following Hannah’s cheating emails I found her turning Dennis down repeatedly. No, not because she didn’t want him, she just didn’t feel up to it. He eventually gave up. After a few years I felt that Hannah’s affair was dead and buried. That’s when I cut back on the cure. Not completely though as I was still in revenge mode. But then Hannah reached out to him again. I increased the dosage and Hannah relapsed. A week later she was back to the specialist. The day before and day of her appointments I’d make sure that Hannah used untainted K-cups.
Although she claimed to be devastated and unprepared for my divorce filing, I was unmoved by her tears. Only after I gave her the five year old investigator’s report did she understand how serious I was.
Dennis’s wife received a copy and she named Hannah in her divorce petition. I made sure Hannah’s friends and family all got copies which caused my phone to quit ringing. No longer was I the uncaring heartless bastard for leaving a persistently ill Hannah in her time of need. If they only knew.
Dennis got reamed in his divorce. Now he’s eating ramen noodles and drinking water while his ex-wife entertains his replacement with his money. I find that to be sufficient revenge.
As much as I’d like Hannah to know how I did it, I fear that I might have crossed some legal lines. So I smirk, a lot.
Will I marry again? Probably not. Maybe. Who knows? I can’t even enjoy a date without fearing the heartbreaking pain Hannah inflicted upon me. ‘Time heals’ is my last hope.