Saturday, February 7, 2009

Crossing the Railroad by Marie Rochelle

The woman stood silently in the shadows as she watched the two people inside the bedroom. She couldn’t believe after she had practically threatened him to stay away from that slut, he hadn’t listened to her. Why did he want to embarrass her? She had spent most of her life in love with Bill Richardson. Hell, she had even tricked him into marrying her right after they finished college. When she first laid eyes on him, she couldn’t imagine a time that he wouldn’t be in her life.

She had stuck with him all through those long, drawn out law school classes and gave up her dream of being an English teacher just to help him study for his dream. Bill actually thought back then she had been doing it for him, but he was wrong. She had set her sights on him the day he gave the speech to the entire student body the second week of school.

Anna Richardson’s gray eyes hardened into cold steel as she listened to her husband’s rich baritone voice whisper repeatedly how much he loved the mocha-skinned beauty he was having sex with in their bed.

How could he possibly want Danielle Simmons when he was married to her? Sure, she only stayed with him for the past fifteen years because he was one of the most sought after attorneys in Georgia. She had gotten tired of his hands being on her body years ago, but how dare he disgrace her with their housekeeper?

Sure, back in college, she noticed the black women Bill dated when she was setting her sights on him, yet she didn’t think much of it. Didn’t everyone break out and do different things when they left home? Drink a little more? Experiment with lifestyles they didn’t do before while under their parent’s roof? However, after a person graduated, all of that stuff fell into the background as their adulthood approached.

She continued to hide in the dark hallway while her husband made love to Danielle. She hated Danielle the second she laid eyes on her. There was just something so sweet and alluring about the younger woman. Why hadn’t she stood her ground and fired the housekeeper? She wondered how long this had been going on. Hell, she didn’t want Bill anyone. Honestly, even before Danielle entered the picture, her husband had been asking for a divorce, but she wasn’t going to let him leave her. She wasted the best years of her life for him, and he owed her big time. If she was miserable in their marriage, then she was going to make damn sure he was, too. No, there wasn’t going to be an out for her dear old husband.

However, the more she thought about it, the writing was on the wall about her husband’s feelings for Danielle. Bill had always found ways to be around Danielle since the first day she started working for them. When she confronted her husband late last year about his eagerness to help their attractive housekeeper, Bill just blew her off. But she wasn’t crazy. Her husband was in love with that woman he was now in their bed with. Without a doubt, she knew it was the truth, because Bill never sounded like that on the rare occasions they had sex.

She wanted to be more upset about Bill cheating on her. She wanted to feel the need to run in there and jerk his perfectly tanned body off Danielle’s. Truthfully, she didn’t give a damn. All she wanted from her husband was the life he accustomed her to.

“I’m not going to let that tramp take away my wealth. It took me years to get here, and I’ll do anything to make sure that it doesn’t happen,” she promised. Anna took one last look at the couple in bed and made her way down the stairs and out the front door.