Shoving his wife out the passenger side door was only a fantasy. He couldn’t do something like that. Simply put, he wasn’t that kind of guy. His wife, Daisy, irritated him to no end, but she was his wife none the less. For better or worse. More for the worst if anything though. He, Ed Thomas, was a stand up guy. At least he thought so. He itched the back of his head as he turned the car into the driveway of their current home.
He watched Daisy as he turned the car’s engine off. Her head bowed to her chest and her bottom lip popped out. He placed a hand on her knee, but she didn’t respond. “Daisy,” said Ed. “We have a nice house. It’s perfect. We don’t need to sell it and buy a new one. This needs to stop.”
Daisy shot her head up and looked her husband square in the eyes. “It’s boring, Ed. This house is boring. There is nothing magical about it.”
“That’s not what you said when we bought it a year ago. You said it had all kinds of magic. That it was just what you wanted.”
“There is always something better out there. Always.”
“How long is this going to go on? Huh? We’ve been married for five years. We’re in our mid-thirties. We can’t continue to move every year. Our funds will deplete as time goes by,” replied Ed.
“Bah,” said Daisy with a wave of her hand. “Not if we use the money we get from the sale of our house it won’t. Besides, baby, you make good money. With the $70,000 a year salary you make, and the $10,000,000 inheritance you gained, we’ll be sitting pretty for a good long time.”
“But you never let me have any money. It’s my money and you never let me have access to it,” said Ed.
“And don’t you forget it, Sweety. Remember what I told you.” Her facial expression turned to ice, and her voice deepened in a gruff, harsh tone. “You will NEVER have anything. It’s mine. All mine. The money. The houses. Everything. Oh and by the way. The other two houses we purchased prior to this one? I still own them.”
Ed twisted his head and shot her a look. He opened his mouth to respond but found himself speechless. After a full minute he said, “But, how? I saw and witnessed the sales transactions.”
“Did you read the documents that were signed?”
“Well, no. I let you take care of…..” Shock invaded his speech once more. “What did you do?”
“Oh, the buyers bought the house. But I had the realtor set up the contract so that ownership of the each of those houses would revert back to me within a six month period of time. The buyers would stay there rent free after that.”
“I’m taking you off the bank accounts. And you no longer will share in my inheritance.”
“Yeah, well, remember what I told you I’d do if you tried to do that,” threatened Daisy, an evil leer smearing across her face.
(To Be Continued)