The Stand In Wife's Revenge novel Chapter 16

The Stand In Wife’s Revenge

Chapter 16

In the way that shards of forgotten memories frequently do, I slipped into a haze and found myself in a world that wasn’t quite mine but felt remarkably

Familiar

The candles flickering softly lit the dim room surrounding me. I couldn’t remember why or for whom the table was set but it had silverware neatly arranged

and food waiting

Everything felt strange and out of place even though the warm comforting smell of roasted chicken filled the air. I stood motionless rearranging the silverware absently as my fingers touched it as though hoping something would make sense.

My heart was racing with excitement and I had a nagging feeling that something was missing even though I couldn’t recall why I was here. Softly the clock

ticked away in the distance. At 7:42 p. m.

I had someone to wait for. Who thought?

Footsteps muffled by the distance were heard as the door opened. And a man came in. The details of him were fading and changing in my mind and his face

was a blur.

Although I was unable to identify him or place him, there was something about the way he moved that felt off. Wrong. Although, I should have known him

but I didn’t.

He dropped a heavy object, possibly a briefcase, on the floor. Although the sound reverberated throughout the space the remainder of his actions were

obscured by the fog. I was hesitant to speak.

I waited for something to happen while I stood motionless observing him. He was speaking to me. His words slipped through my mind like water, I thought I

was hearing him from somewhere else at a different time.

His voice and face seemed so far away. He went on talking but his words were missing. I listened intently trying to understand but all I could do was look at

him watching him walk around the room as if he had never seen me.

His images were like shadows, fleeting flashes of insight before they vanished once more. I wanted to ask him to get up and move but my body was not

cooperating.

I was unable to summon the courage to speak. The air was heavy with the burden of confusion. Then abruptly he turned away. As he moved toward the kitchen I stood there feeling the weight of the silence bearing down on me as his presence gradually faded from the room. I couldn’t move and was unable to talk.

My body was motionless and my hands were shaking. My eyes filled with tears but I had no idea why, Why was I hurt?.

I couldn’t hear the words or understand the things, that’s what it was. Something different was involved….the emptiness of everything, the overpowering feeling of not being seen or heard.

I was unable to call out to him and ask him to stop listening and look at me. As if to ground myself I put a hand to my stomach but even that felt strange.

The thing that ought to have given me hope, the life inside of me also seemed far away. It was beyond my reach. Nothing was within reach of me. I made an effort to concentrate on him once more in order to comprehend what was going on but it felt like his presence and words were cluding me.

Blurred and broken, his figure was only a shadow, a ghost of someone I should have known but couldn’t recall. At long last the silent hot tears rolled down my cheeks.

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Chapter 16

The anguish and bewilderment all came at me at once. I still didn’t know why though. Who was he? Why did everything feel as wrong? Why was i here?

The silence was now louder than anything he could have said as I stood in that state of bewilderment. I wished I could make sense of everything and comprehend it all. Both the food and the table remained warm.

Even though nothing had changed, everything seemed so shattered. Without saying a word he went. I was left alone in the room with the dinner unfinished

and the candles softly flickering as the door closed behind him.

I stood there absorbed in the quiet and burdened by all that I couldn’t comprehend. His presence seemed to have vanished from the location where he had

been as though he had never been there.

The void left by the things he had never said and the sting of his absence were still present in my mind. I wanted to scream and demand answers but I was

unable to do so.

Rather I remained silent, my heart heavy with all the things that had never been spoken and that I would never comprehend. The dream was startling out of

existence.

Everything was fading including the hazy voices and fuzzy pictures. No matter how hard I tried I was unable to hold onto it. The specifics were disappearing like water slipping through my hands but the confusion persisted.

I grabbed it but the more I held on the more it eluded me. It vanished as swiftly as it had appeared. The room was silent.

Longing and a desire for answers persisted but the dream had vanished leaving behind only shards.

…I opened my eyes, my body felt weak and my heart was beating heavily as though I had been running the whole time.

The bed was soft underneath me and the silence in the room was deafening. But the dream, it was so real. It’s too real. I was still experiencing the bewilderment and pain of wanting something that was out of my grasp.

But the dream. It hovered just out of reach, vague and elusive. Even though I couldn’t recall the specifics I could still sense the void and the unsolved questions.

Even though I couldn’t hear the words I could still hear his voice muffled. The man’s hazy figure was still visible to me and I had the impression that I should recognize him but couldn’t.

I was haunted by the memories–or the absence of them. They were all there circling in the back of my mind refusing to go away–the holes in my thoughts, the things that didn’t make sense.

I made an effort to ignore them and push them away but they persisted and then there was a sudden

knock on the door.

My heart skipped a beat.

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