With a Vengeance

As Damien showered, she found herself replaying the evening in her mind. Somewhere along the way she found herself reminiscing of a simpler time where her slumber remained uncluttered with that of her mistakes. Memories, she concluded, were like the wind. Unexpectedly they effect you in a way you are unprepared to reveal. And as she slipped on her jeans, she realized it was time to tell Damien the truth; she had been married before.

Although she was not proud of leaving him in the middle of the night without explanation, she knew she had to escape the wrath of his endless drinking , verbal abuse, and undying narcissism. Love, she discovered, had the ability to blind the eyes of the enamored, and she fell head over heels in love with his unforgiving good looks, sense of humor, and charm. But as she thought about their first year of marriage, she had to wonder: had she fallen in love with an ideal? After all, she had been the detective's wife; the trophy he clung onto as he received top accolades for being one of L.A.'s finest. Painstakingly she found her mind traveling down a road of deception; the affair, the wounds upon her stomach, Damien...

Matson, was a man of many talents, and she knew he had already began searching for his estranged wife. Despite his flaws, he was a resourceful, intelligent man that sought justice with a vengeance. A secret, especially the one she had kept from him, was enough to fuel his burning desire to reveal the truth. Perhaps it was sheer bordem, she thought, as she stroked her ring finger where a diamond once glistened. Perhaps it was the influx of loneliness that led her to a life she had never dreamed of living. But despite her reasoning, the adrenaline she experienced from running, from hiding, from pulling the trigger, excited her. Little by little she was becoming the heroine of a story she did not write...

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"Memories, she concluded, were like the wind. Unexpectedly they effect you in a way you are unprepared to reveal."