The Husband

[WillamSexsphere]

A fictitious story.



Prolouge.

On this stormy lightning streaked dark rainy night, the forest trees rocked to the howling forceful gale, with its leaves torn from the overhanging branches, flying askew thru the forest.

Thru the illumination of our cars' headlight, the entire forest seemed to come alive with huge ghostly shadows of the trees dancing in rhythm to the beat of the distant thunders in tandem with the winds and plattering drizzling rain. Our cars were parked neatly together side by side in a cleared patch of ground of 20m radius within this gloomy forest somewhere on the outskirts of Suzhou Central, Jiangsu Province, China.

In the center of the patch kneeled a sobbing Sam, half naked from the waist up, with his hands tied behind his back, with the four of us looking down facing him.

I am nothing more than a glorified clerk in an international investment firm, and on my right stood Pang, the reclusive big Sporean investor in China whom i had met a few times at social functions. Beside him stood Cheng, the sycophantic manager from Hui Ying Plastic Works, one of the biggest state owned plastic products manufacturer in China. On my left stood Tan, aka Ta Chui Ba (big mouth), an ironical nickname for he was the typical silent inscrutable Chinaman, made a good poker player and was a senior manager in Bank of China. Only his mouth seemed big, and so were his fists. Every one of us was only in our mid thirties to early forties.

But to the dishevelled Sam, with the rain trickling down his hair, we were but dark unrecognisable silhouettes of doom in fedora hats and overcoats against the light beams from our car shinning directly into his rain and tears soaked eyes.

"My men had dumped him here since 6pm. Let's just shoot him and get it over and done with," said Cheng to Pang.

Unable to comprehend what was before my stunned eyes, I asked,” What had Sam done to deserve this?!"

Pang pulled out a Glock 9mm semi-automatic pistol from his waist and put the barrel tip onto Sam's face in between his eyes. " He screwed with my wife, and now I screw him - with a bullet," calmly said by Pang.

Being near to him, I immediately pushed away the pistol. " Are you
nuts?! You can't just execute a man! Who gave you that right?!" I exclaimed.

Pang stared at me coldly, and pointed the gun back at Sam. " I know that you are an acquaintance of his, but who then gave him the right to screw with my wife?" he said as he placed his finger on the trigger.

"No please!! Please don't kill me. That bitch seduced me!" screamed a shivering and trembling Sam.

Wrong words spoken, I thought, as I watched Pang angrily slapped Sam's face with the pistol. " You call me my wife a bitch even after you took advantage of her?!" He then pointed the execution device at Sam again.

I knew I had to do something to prevent a murder from taking place, friend or no friend, but was held back firmly by Tan who anticipated my move by an arm lock.

Pang took a deep breath, cool down and asked coldly, " Do you love my wife?"

"No! I never did! She was only a piece of meat to me. I didn’t feel anything for her. I am sorry I screwed her. Please let me free!" Sam begged hopefully thru anguished sobs.

Of all the stupid things to say, he said it all. I could see the overwhelming rage taking control of Pang again in his eyes. Breaking free from Tan's arm lock by stamping down hard on his feet, I threw myself over Sam.

" Don't do it Pang! It's not worth murder. Are you willing to give up, your business empire and kids, be hanged when found out, for this bastard?!" I shouted.

I could see Pang wavering and undecided, but before I could reach out to remove his pistol, Tan rushed towards me, gave me a right upper cut punch, followed by a left hook, throwing me towards the car, hitting my head hard onto his SUV's stainless front mounted bumpers, knocking me flat out.

The last thing I heard before passing out cold was a loud explosive shot from Pang's gun, which was aimed at Sam.....




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[WillamSexsphere]

Chapter 1

I had known Sam for several years. He came from a privileged family when young but unfortunately, their fortune were wiped out during the '97 financial crises - too many borrowings for stocks and properties and became unable to meet obligations.

Fortunately for Sam, his siblings were holding high positions in private and public sector companies, and managed to allow him to complete his University studies, obtaining a degree in Business Administration. With his family's connections, he managed to secure a wealth management position, even before wealth management become a sought after career, in a local bank after he graduated, working his way up and earning a salary comparable to that of a CEO from our local SMEs.

It was business dealings that made our paths crossed, and with the obligatory social niceties observed in such dealings, we met often at pubs and lounges to compare notes and to seek business opportunities for our employers.

He was a natural charmer, with good looks and a good solid mind of his own. Smooth, suave and as elegant as a royal prince, would be the description even an envious man will not deny him, let alone women. However, he had a dark side to his personality, which I had to overlook, as it was his private life. He could have wooed any single woman but instead, he chose married ones.

" No strings attached, no responsibilities, they can't have children with you and no tears when I dump them, not to mention the thrill as well. Furthermore I show up how weak willed a woman is to her husband if he found out," was his weak justification and smug reply to my curiosity.

One night, when he was too drunk to drive, I sent him home to his bachelor pad in a condo located at East Coast. It was a nice pad on the 11th floor, filled with soft colored furnishings and decor, warm lights and such, right out of a page from Modern Living Magazine. A perfect oasis for romance to grow, tastefully and passionately, overlooking the calm South China Sea.

Dumping him down on an imported leather sofa, I prepared to leave, but he stopped me. Reaching to his TV cabinet, he took out a VCD, popped it into the player and lowered his ceiling mounted projector screen.

"I am a success with married bitches. Watch and learn, bro!" he bragged smilingly, rather drunkenly too.

On the screen displayed was a scene from a ceiling mounted camera fixed beside the door of a room looking 45 degrees down to the bed, which I assumed must be his bedroom, from the similar decor in the living room.

A lady walked into the room, followed by Sam behind. The lady turned to face Sam, who grabbed her and kissed her frantically. The woman tried to resist, but gradually succumbed to his embraces.
I instantly recognized that beautiful Hamasaki look-alike face! It was Jane, the supposedly faithful wife of Mr. Pang, a quiet but successful sporean investor in China, owner of a conglomerate of listed companies, which I had dealt a few times before and met at social gatherings.

Shocked that Sam could conquer a woman of her virtue and financial standing, I remain rooted on the spot, unable to tear my eyes away and stared dumbly at the video.

In the scene, Sam pushed her onto the soft mattress nearby, and started to unbutton her white and pink-stripped cotton blouse. Her hands tried to fend off Sam's efforts even as she return his kisses, but to no avail, as he was strong.

Tearing open her blouse, he unlocked his lips from hers and ran his tongue down to her exposed 34C boobs, lacy white bra unclasped from the front, fondling it with his tongue as his hands reached for the next target under her short black plaid skirt.

She was moaning in confusion and guilty pleasure to his expert touches. With a tug, Sam removed her skirt and blue panties underneath it in one swift motion over her legs. Standing up, he admired her body, while she covered her milky white and smooth looking boobs with her hands modestly, the confused look still evident on her face.

Sam quickly removed his clothing and lay beside her, whispered some assurances, I presumed; into her ears, which made her give a partial, smile. Turning on top of her, he hugged and kissed her softly on the lips, slowly moving down to her chin, her neck, her boobs, her flat tummy, finally resting his head in between her groin region.

Her partial smile turned into a groan of pleasure and soft moans issued forth from her lips. Her legs slowly raised in mid air as if on its own accord, as her fingers reached for her blood engorged erected nipples, twirling them gently.

After a few moments, her fingers left the nipples and reached down to Sam's head, stroking it and pulling it up towards her, as if to signal him to enter her.

Sam obliged and moved up till his eyes faced her's, with his erected dick held by her hands, guiding it into her pussy. With one gentle thrust, he entered her. She clasped him tightly and utters a loud moan, and then jerked up her hips to meet Sam's gradual hardened thrusts, hungrily.

As the thrusts got harder, she was tossing her head wildly side to side and in time, scratched Sam's back as she let out an orgasmic yell. Yet, she still did not let go of him but continued to let Sam pumped hard and fast strokes into her.

I recovered from my initial shock and was embarrassed by what I was watching. A prude I am not, but neither am I a voyeur for this was private and between 2 persons of which I had no business watching. I never did even like porn after my student days were over for I preferred the real thing.

I turned off the video player and made to leave.

"Hey! There's more. She is one good doggy and a great cocksucker," he said.

"I prefer the real thing, not watching, and certainly not at someone else's wife," I mumbled. "Don't you fear being caught by the husband?"

"Fear? Haha, the husbands are chicken shit!" he boasted. " They walk away in shame or begged their adulterous wives to give up on me. So far, none had dared come face to face with me even after they found out about the affair. They are cuckolds after all!" he laughed raucously.

" I know it's your private life and I don’t want to interfere, but one day, one of these 'cuckolds' may be the demon nemesis in your life, Sam. Don't go too far." With that, I left his pad, not aware how prophetic my words will become one day soon, as if fate had a hand in this episode to prepare me for a future day to come, a 'deja-vu' kind of 6th sense experience some will agree to having at times in their lives.




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[WillamSexsphere]

Chapter 2

3 months later, I had a 3G mobile phone parts manufacturing investment deal to negotiate in Suzhou, China. After successfully concluding the deal, the principals adjourned to a restaurant in Taijian Nong for the obligatory dinners as well later, to the standard KTV rounds.

As the night wore on, several of the business associates left for home, leaving only Cheng and Tan with me. Then most casually, Pang entered our private KTV room. I felt honored that he would join us for a round of merry making, as although he owned several of the subsidiaries that I was concluding my deal with, I didn't expect him to show up personally. Furthermore I was told he was away in Germany.

I could see that something was bothering him from the far away look in his eyes, but I thought nothing of it, for like most business leaders with many responsibilities as well as concerns, he was certainly no different.

2 hours later, a man knocked at our KTV room door, who came in and whispered something into Cheng's ears. His eyes lit up and signaled a thumb up to Pang, who got up and made ready to go.

"Would you care for some supper with us?" he asked me.

" Would be honored," I foolishly replied, believing that it would be an opportunity to hear some new business information and opportunities for my employers.

Cheng drove Pang while I tagged along in Tan's Sports Utility Vehicle. Under a stormy thunder rattling and lightning streaked rainy night, our cars headed out of town and moved along the main highway into the direction of the forested outlaying villages near the industrial areas.

Soon we reached a dirt track that only Cheng seemed to recognize for there were no direction signs. He turned into the track using our car's headlight as the only source of illumination in this dark and wet night, and drove half a kilometer inside to an open patch of ground, devoid of trees, with Tan's car following in his rear.

Cheng stopped his car at the open patch, while Tan maneuvered his car beside Cheng's. They turn off the engines but left the headlights turned on. Thru these beams of lights illuminating the darkness and drizzle, I could make out a human figure kneeling just 5 meters ahead of our cars. Then I got a shock, for that figure was a man I recognized!

It was Sam.......




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[WillamSexsphere]

Chapter 3

In my groggy state of mind, in-between sleep and waking, I felt a pleasurable sensation on my groin region. Something warm and moist was licking and moving on my prick and felt soft tender fingers stroking my balls.

I forced opened my eyes and saw a pretty lady doing a BJ on me, with me lying on a bed in what looked like a hotel suite. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming, for when the girl felt me sitting up, she pull her lips off my pre-cum wet dick and smiled at me, I had a good look at her face and recognized her as Fiona Xue, even down to her petite size!

Then I realized even in my drowsy state that I wasn't dreaming, but neither was the lady the TV actress. She just resembles her.

As she continued to rub my foreskin up and down the length of my rod with her right hand, her left hand was fondling and gently stroking my balls with her long and smooth fingers. She then plunged her smiling lips onto my erected shaft, clasping her lips tight onto it and followed her hand's rubbing motion, with her hair flailing wildly.

Within minutes, I cummed long and deep inside her hot and sucking mouth in an explosion of sensation that not only sent me on an emotional high, but along with it a realization of the events that preceded this sexual interlude, hitting me hard when I landed on cold hard reality of my surroundings.

With my breathe back, I gently push her away while she continued to suck greedily on my deflating dick, and took out RMB700 from my wallet nearby inside my pants which was draped and folded neatly, washed and cleaned probably by the hotel staff, gave the money to her and told her to go.

I took a quick shower, put on back my suit, overcoat and gloves, for it was cold, rush out of the hotel and hail a cab to go over to Tan's office.

At Tan's office in the bank, the staff did not stop or hinder me, for they recognize me and my regular visits to meet Tan during the past month negotiating a deal. They thought it was another regular visit.

Inside his inner sanctum where his secretary's office was, there was no sign of her. I reach for the door to his private room but found it locked. Kicking it hard, it sprang opened, revealing a butt naked Tan thrusting his hips at an equally naked lady spread in a doggy position with her hands holding onto the edge of the table, whom I recognized as his secretary.

She let out a wail when the door sprung opened and revealed me. Tan turned around and I could see his rather small dick deflating rapidly. But, inscrutable as he often is, he coolly stood naked and remained unperturbed, while the secretary grabbed her clothes lying on the table and fled out of the office.

"Where is Pang!" I shouted at Tan.

"Hey! Brother. Not fair. Last night we set you up with Pang's favorite concubine and now you deny me of my pleasure. Hadn't had a wink of sleep since last night. The adrenalin is still pumping. Need to relax." He answered, evading my question.


“Where the fuck is Pang and what did you guys do to Sam?!" I coldly asked him again.

" You fucking sporeans may be intelligent, but lack the courage to react to threats decisively. Timid lot you are." He goaded, evading my question yet again.

Seeing that I would get no answers from him, all my rage bottled within me rose up overwhelming me. Before he could react, I clenched my right fist and landed a hard square cut punch to his nose, sending him flying backwards, toppling over his table onto his chair, and hitting the wall behind it.

I strode out of his office and called Cheng on his mobile.

"Sorry sir, he left for Italy this morning," was the reply I got from his secretary.

I calmed down and tried to rationalize the night's events. A murder had been committed. Justified or not, no man had the right to snuff out another man's life without trial. I had been made witness to a crime. I would make no headway or find out answers on my own here in China. This was their territory and they would certainly cover their bases well.

As my business dealings were concluded the day before, I immediately went back to my hotel, packed my stuff and left for Singapore and hope to find answers - what happened to Sam and why was i involved, even kept alive....


TO BE CONTINUED....


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So so story, but waiting for more ..

[pokeman71]

Good one, camp here liao

[Luckless]

Hoysay ah! Early morning spotted this. Maybe I not so luckless after all to spot this coming masterpiece!

[ah_gogo]

This is something new. So far so good, hope to see u around soon

[Forever Young]

Not bad at all, waiting for more

[WillamSexsphere]

Thanks for the responses.

Can be quite boring, so if one is looking for sex a minute type action, hehe..there's no more.

Many times, we just read the news, and never really try to understand more than what was reported. A crime commited, culprits found, and that's all we read or care about. Nothing wrong with it, for we have our own biz to mind, where got time to care so much if it's about someone else.

Someone in the forum asked what singaporeans lacked. I say we lack empathy - cold and uncaring. If we take the time to find out more, there is often more to a case than meets the eye and so much we could learn from another's mistake, the motivation for each's actions as i had learnt and understood more from someone's else deadly mistake.


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[WillamSexsphere]

Chapter 4

As the 747 raced into the silent clouds back to Singapore, I pondered on my inquisitiveness to know what happened to Sam. He certainly deserves to be trussed up, but murder?

Emotionally, even though I am no saint, I cannot accept the taking of lives by men. But cold rationalizing do made me realize I had to report what happened, for if I did not and his body found, I would be abetting a murder.

Once on home soil, I made checks with Sam's office and his hangouts, all of which confirmed that he was missing, but no one had made any report yet as he had been known to travel extensively due to work commitments.

I then made a report to a local police station, but the investigation officer was pretty skeptical of my story and just filed my statement under missing person’s folder. Having done my civic duty, I moved on with my life.

2 weeks later, 3 CID officers made an appointment to meet up with me in my home. As I lived alone, I welcomed them, saving me a trip to their drab and gloomy HQ. But it then turned out to be a grilling session of repeated questions, got me so exasperated I shouted at them after an hour of it. " Do you doubt my statement?"

"Sir, it's not that we doubt your report. We had done a background search on you, found out which military unit you had served in HQ SAF on a 6-year contract and your records. We have no reason to doubt your story.

"Off the record, but the prosecution lawyers will tell you anyway should there be a case.

1.Interpol and the chinese security had been informed, but their investigations had revealed nothing other that he is still missing somewhere in China.

2. Mr. Pang was not in China during the date of the incident. Respected business leaders are prepared to swear under oath that he was with them in Germany on that day.

3. Mr. Cheng and Mr. Tan's statement reflected that they were with you on the night of the incident, and had to send you to a hotel because you got drunk and slept in the KTV. They never saw Mr. Pang.

4. Mr. Pang's wife did admit to her liaison with Sam and is concerned with his disappearance, for he promised to marry her and take care of her kids, just as he promised several other married women whom we investigated at his hangouts, promises he probably never meant to keep.

5. His parents were concerned initially when we sent them to open up his home for investigation, but later they clammed up and would tell us nothing, as if they had found out something evil about their son. There were not much of evidences to find at his home, no computer, no records, not even photographs.

As such, we don't have much leads to go on except for your statement, which would be torn apart from the defense lawyers if we arrest Mr. Pang now, unless something new turns up. We'll wrap up for now, but do stay in touch, we may need you."

"Sure, and thanks for the info. My employers had been informed and they will assist too in any way should it be required." I said as they left.

With that, there was nothing more I could do. I had no fear of Mr. Pang’s retaliation at me, for if he wanted to, I wouldn’t had survived that night in the forest, I coldly rationalized. As time passed by and got caught up with work, the mystery of Sam's disappearance slowly disappeared too from my mind until one day..




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[WillamSexsphere]

Chapter 5

6 months later.....

There were some accounting discreperencies with my clients’ portfolios, so I was dispatched by my employers to Geneva, Switzerland to settle the mess.

In Geneva, I would always head to Café de Grignotière, a popular open air cafe in Quai du Mont Blanc overlooking lake Geneva for a cup of coffee in the afternoons. I needed the peace and serenity to deal with work later, no fun in having discussions with rigid and intractable accountants.

There were only a few patrons in the cafe. Just then when my coffee arrived, a chinese man accompanied by a voluptuous blonde european lady occupied a table beside me. Turning to have a better appreciative look at the blonde, my eyes connected with those of a man I instantly recognized!

It was the illusive Pang. He too saw me and I could see a momentary sense of shock flashed in his dilated eyes, just like mine I presumed, as he sat down comfortably on the steel cafe chair.

But he quickly recovered, gave me a greeting smile and invited me over to join his table while he sent off the blonde to the ladies room.

" A coincidence I hope?" was his greeting to me.

" Most definitely, lest expected," I said rather coldly.

Without showing any trace of anger or fear, he took out a cigarette, lit it steadily and took a deep and long pull on it before exhaling it out. Puffs of tiny white clouds of smoke drifted lazily into the cool afternoon air, like a stage curtain opening up to start a stage's production.

" I know you had been poking into my affairs, caused me a bit of a problem, but it got you nowhere nor affected me much at all. It may seem to you that I got away with murder, but that's only an assumption on your part.

"Sam deserves whatever he got. He must be made to suffer, as much as I am suffering now. With his despicable act into my life, as well as to many other men, he had destroyed countless lives including kids and relatives.

" No doubt many men would not believe in my suffering, rather to envy my lifestyle and wealth, but in truth, no one knows the emptiness I feel inside, for that which I wanted and need most was taken away from me dishonorably by Sam.

" I started work when I was only 12, quitted school to raise money for my siblings. My mom died when I was 10 and dad was devastated, took to drinking and never did stay at a regular job.

" I started off as a helper in a drinks stall in Chinatown. Drudgery, bullied and the like, but I had to bear with it, for my siblings were young and needed to survive. No one else helped.

" Jane came into my life when I was 15. She was a year younger than me and the daughter of a neighboring cooked food stall. A pimply youth with baby fat, she was cute and simple, helping her parents after classes. We started as friends, and my life got better almost immediately, for she got her parents to tell off my boss to treat me better.

" My childhood memories with her were sweet. Unlike other local girls, she does not hanker after material goods. She never use makeup, always dresses up in T-shirt and jeans bought at night markets.

" When other well to do hawker sons showed up in their sporty Honda Preludes or fancy Toyota Celicas to woo her, she would ignore them and advised me not to be like them - spendthrifts of their parents' hard earned money.

" She never did like clubbing, shopping or even cinemas. She would prefer to watch a quiet sunrise with me, blurry eyed, listening to her favorite singer Anita Mui on the radio or walkman, sharing it with me. She loves Nature. In time, love grew for we were comfortable with each other. Her simplicity appealed to me while my pathetic family condition and acceptance of my fate brought out the motherly instincts in her.

"At nights, after the stalls closed, she would prefer to spend it at parks with me, sharing our dreams and hopes for our future - a simple 3-room HDB flat, 2 kids or more, a simple job that pays enough to have savings for our family.

"Other times, we would go over to her house and watch TV serials or rented HK video cassette tapes. She loves them and would hug me and cry when the storyline got emotional. She was a rare gem to me. She was the motivating factor to make something better of my life.

" When I turned 18 and entered the army, she blossomed into a beautiful girl, shedding her baby fat and pimples. Even my army buddies were attracted to her and tried to woo her on our outings, but she ignored them.

"At times I felt insecure and wanted to break up with her, for I am a nobody, a poor uneducated guy with seemingly no future, but she wept and would not let me go for she loved and believed in me, that I could achieve in life since I was humble and hardworking. She told me other guys only wanted her body and will never be faithful, and that she only wants to share her life with me together into eternity.

"After my NS, I bought 10 packets of new original Levis jeans from Queenstown shopping center with my savings and headed for China. I overheard several businessmen chatting often during my days as a stall assistance on the opportunities offered by communist China's opening up for capitalist investment. She encouraged me to go and promised to take care of my siblings for me and most importantly, will wait for me to come back, with success or failure.

"My success today came from those 10 Levis jeans. China people back then hoarded money and wanted branded goods to set themselves apart from others. They willingly pay high prices for branded goods. I needn't set a high price for my products; the volume from them alone is enough to set me up for life.

"With an trading business set up with a local chinese partner, I built up an organization modeled after SAF - the only large organization I knew and experienced then, my business grew from apparel to electronics, to oil and to current high tech propulsion parts needed in China's quest for a foothold on the Moon.

"My achievements were due to Jane's faith and love in me. Although as my business grew and we were apart, I never failed to send her declarations of my love - letters, phone calls, emails and sms as technology advance. I would set aside 2 weeks every year to take her and kids to far away places, give her anything that money could buy. But the one thing I couldn’t give her was my time.

" I knew she dislike my long periods of absence, but I assured her that I would stop and retire in a few years time, once I had found capable hands to run my empire. Many had helped me to succeed and I owe responsibilities to them as well to leave my empire in good hands. That would make us and kids set for generations just living on the shares and equitities. As I work harder towards it, the more we drifted apart. Till one day I received a letter from her lawyer asking for divorce...........




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" I left my business on hold, almost got bankrupted by several private and public firms who were left hanging just to rush back to her. I tried many things but after 1 month, knowing her strong character and believing I was at fault, I finally agreed to the divorce.

" She wanted custody of our 3 kids and nothing else, despite prompting for more from her lawyers and incredibility from mine. She would set up a hawker stall to raise our kids. I would have none of it. I sold off several companies, put the monies into a trust fund for her, as she often claims she is no good in figures, that will ensure she and kids will have no financial worries for generations to come.

" My dad wanted to disown me for not gaining custody of the kids. Although he didn’t care enough for me as a father, he more than made up for it to my kids, giving up alcohol when they were born, spoiling and raising them up in my absence.

" My siblings almost kill us for hurting the kids with a divorce. They love us all a lot. But I knew the kids would be in better hands with Jane. Unlike other privileged kids who were spoilt, Jane loves but never spoils them and was determined to make the kids grow up normally and be responsible adults - neighborhood schools, walk to school as transportation, tuition to a minimum, fast food only on weekends, toys only at Christmas and birthdays, stand on their own feet when bullied, etc.

" The only spoiling was done by everyone else in our families, much to her frustration. We all love kids a lot. Furthermore, I had no wish to hurt her and did not want to separate the kids from her biological mother. I owed her that much and more.

" There were rumors of her affair with another man before our divorce, which I just laugh it off. We were faithful to each other. Despite my regularity at KTV to entertain clients, I did nothing more than have a girl beside me or have supper with them. No hanky panky stuff for I loved my family too much, even when other types of women threw themselves at me, for they love only my wealth, not me, not the way Jane and I had been through life together.

" But the rumors proved too strong for me to ignore. So I hired Private Investigators to check. I was devastated by their investigations. They brought me physical evidences of her infidelity even way before our divorce. There were 30 VCDs on her with Sam alone. I only managed to watch one, for my knees gave way. I burnt them all.

"When my anger died down, I realized perhaps I had failed as a husband and thought that I should just walk away if she had found a better man. But there were 728 VCDs of Sam scewing with other women. My PI told me they were all married women, spanning over a 4-year period. I instructed my PI to filch and burnt them all too, once Sam is in China, for some of these women were wives of public figures and such discs if in the wrong hands, can be of despicable use.

"This guy was sick, a beast, a destroyer of families. He made no social distinction, from rich married women to wives of cleaners. He had to be stopped. Authorities can’t stop him, but I have the power to do so, and do it cleanly.

" So I set him up to come to China for a married lonely Singaporean 'Chio Bu'. Once there, Cheng's men took hold of him and brought him to the forest where we took over. I flew in using a different passport.

" My intention was only to frighten him to stop his sick acts. I wanted an answer that will ensure he would take care and love Jane faithfully. But he gave the answer I cannot accept. Jane and my kids would be better off without him.

" And no, I did not kill him or anyone else kill him that night.

" The only reason you were there that night was because I wanted an objective opinion on my action. I am constantly surrounded by all kinds of people, the panderers to outright enemies and can't depend on their advices. And none better than yours, for my associates spoke highly of you - independent, precise, cold but not dispassionate with a streak of idealism in you. Your employers and I admire such traits, something which we want ourselves to be but cannot afford not to be dispassionate, for we have our empires to rule. I timed the action meticulously so that you can be present.

" Your act saved him that night. I was overwhelmed with rage. But no, I did not kill him. I only shot both his kneecaps, both his elbows, crushed all his finger joints, sliced off his tongue, dug out his eyeballs, staunch the blood flow as best as we could, drove him to a hospital in another city and dump him at the entrance as we drove past.

" From my knowledge, he is still alive today and out of the hospital, begging for a living somewhere in Jiangshu Province.

"At no time were you in any danger even though you were a witness to my action on Sam, for I am no murderer nor will send anyone else to do the job. Do anything you wish with this information, it will be your words against mine. I am already past caring. But don’t expect any co-operation from me.

" I know I will have to pay for my seemingly cruel act, but it will be my Maker who will sentence me. No point being judged by man when I feel no remorse, out in a couple of years, my sins not absolved in the eyes of my Maker. My time will come, for I am no longer a youth, and furthermore, I have nothing left to live for, except to ensure thousands depending one me will be in good hands when I die."

"Auf Widersen." he bided and got up, left a few Swiss francs on the table and walk out of the cafe, accompanied by the blonde waiting at the exit, into a waiting Rolls Royce which soon disappeared into the traffic, leaving me with an unlit cigarette dangling on the corner of my lips, staring across the icy lake with a cup of coffee gone as cold as the water feature......


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[TREKLIM]

Hi bro good story !

[Megatronzombie]

wow I love this story, man... who care abt sex scenes (much) anyway heehee..