The Right Life | By : PiratesWench Category: S through Z > Secret Window Views: 2030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own The Secret Window, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
n stn style='mso-tab-count:1'>
Within a half hour’s time, Amy
pulled into the driveway. Steven and
Karen left – only after Alex insisted that everything would be fine – and Julia
had been put to bed. When Alex heard
the car door, her entire body tensed.
“The ex” is someone that a current
wife or girlfriend will always dread meeting.
There’s a fear of comparison, fear of losing a lover to the one who had
him first…fear of one woman causing several lives to fall apart. Of course, Alex knew that she had no reason
to worry – not really. She had ample
proof of Mort’s love and devotion, but, let’s face facts – every woman worries
in a situation like this whether they need to or not.
The knocker
sounded and Mort gave Alex a lingering kiss before getting up to answer the
door. “You know I’d send her away if…”
“Let’s just
try and get through this as quickly as we can, O.K.?” Alex interrupted, her
voice overrun by her nerves.
“O.K.,
baby.” Mort sighed deeply, then made
his way to the door. When he opened it,
an almost sickly looking Amy greeted him.
“Thank
you,” she said, before Mort could utter a single syllable. “I know that you didn’t have to do this.”
“You’re
right,” Mort said coolly. “And…you’re
welcome. Come in.” Mort stepped aside, allowiny toy to pass. It was very easy to tell that she was
impressed with Mort’s new residence.
“It’s…it’s
a lovely home, Mort.”
“Thank
you.” Mort lowered his voice a bit,
then said, “Amy, I really hope that you’re here about something crucial – you
just showing up on my doorstep during my daughter’s…”
“I’m sorry
that I came when I did, Mort, but…” She
paused and looked unsure oat tat to say.
“It’s important, I swear it.”
“All
right,” Mort said, not fully believing her.
He nodded his head toward the living room and Amy understood – she
followed him. As soon as they entered
the room, Alex was in Amy’s line of sight.
&;
Oh, my
God…she’s…she’s going to have his…
Mort’s
voice cut through her thoughts. “Amy,
this is my wife, Alex.”
Alex’s
voice was soft. “Hello.”
“Hi,” Amy replied,
still stunned.
Amy was a roughly the same height
as Alex and owned a rather small frame.yes"> “So what’s going on?” he asked bluntly.
Alex’s thoughts started up
again. Pretty daring shirt…The
low-cut shirt that she was wearing could have been rather suggestive… …if
you could fill it out a bit better.
Alex laughed inwardly. She felt
guilty that she had lowered herself to a high school mentality, but really, it
was the only way she could keep her mind away from more dangerous “what if”
territory.
Amy cleared her throat before
speaking. “It’s about the house, Mort,
it’s…well, it’s still in your name.”
Mort groaned. “Well, I did pay for it – in full I
might add. What’s the problem?”
“Well, Ted…”
“I should have known.” Mort’s voice grew louder. “What problem could he have with anything,
Amy? He has you, he has my house…What,
does he want everything I have now too?” Alex shifted a bit uncomfortably. “Sorry, baby,” he whispered.
“It’s just that, we’ve been
thinking about moving and…”
“So move.”
p clp class=MsoNormal style='text-indent:.5in'>Amy rubbed her face. Alex couldn’t help but take notice at how
Mort rose from his seat and began
to pace. “Money,” he said gruffly. “You won’t get a thing for the house and
good ol’ Ted wants the few hundred thousand that it’s worth.”
“It’s not like that,” Amy said,
unconvincingly.
“Ted didn’t pay for that
house, Amy. You didn’t pay for
that house. I did. Our prenup clearly stated that you would get
the house, if you chose to stay there.
If you decided to move, or if anything unforeseen happened, the money
goes back into my own pocket.”
Alex had never seen a rise in Mort’s temper before
this moment. His body language changed,
his voice lowered, even his eyes were different. Despite the fact that Alex didn’t like what she was seeing, she
felt oddly at ease. Amy obviously
rubbed him the wrong way – there was no reason for another worry to cross her
mind.
The flare in Mort’s temper was
interrupted by a shrill cry over the monitor.
Amy jumped.
“Daddy!” Julia sounded terrified, but both Alex and Mort smiled.
“Rainey Monster Patrol is now on
duty,” Mort chuckled, forgetting about Amy for the moment. It was amazing to see how quickly his
demeanor changed. His voice, his body
language – everything softened. “I’ll
be right back.” Not wanting to leave
Alex alone with Amy, he jogged from the living room and went up the stairs. Almost immediately, his voice came from the
monitor. “Julia, honey, what’s the
matter?”
Alex reached over and picked up the
small, white box, turning it off. As
far as she was concerned, none of this was any of Amy’s concern. There was a moment of very awkward
silence before Amy decided to speak.
“So, um…how did you and Mort meet,
Alex?”
Realizing that Amy was desperate
for the silence to leave, Alex decided to answer her as cordially as she
could. “A car accident, actually. Someone hit me from behind, which caused me
to hit Mort…”< sty style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She couldn’t help but
smile at the memory. “He came to see me
in the hospital and we’ve been together pretty much ever since.”
“Just like that?” Amy asked, not
registering how Mort could start dating someone so quickly. After all, it had taken the two of them
quite some time to get serious.
Alex didn’t care for Amy’s
tone. “Yeah, just like that.” She was about to say something else when Amy
decided to ask a rather bold question.
“So, Julia’s father didn’t mind you
dating while she was an infant?”
Alex’s eyes widened and she felt
physically ill from Amy’s inappropriateness.
Her voice was beyond frigid when she answered, “Julia’s father died
eight months before she was born.”
“Oh…I’m sorry.”
“I really don’t think you are. Why are you here, Amy?” Amy was silent. “Mort told me that you said you missed him – Is that why you’re
here?”
“I didn’t know he was married…”
“Well, now you do,” Alex glanced at
Amy’s engagement ring, “and it looks like you’re well on your way to marriage
yourself. So, what’s the real problem?”
Amy stammered a moment before
making a clear sentence. “You heard me
talking about the house…”
“That may be part of it, but
both you and I know that that isn’t all there is to this.”
“What came first, Alex? The marriage or the pregnancy?”
Alex could not believe what she was
hearing. “Excuse me?e ase asked,
visibly appalled.
“Did Mort marry you because of an
accident?”
“I married her because I love her,
Amy.” Mort’s voice joined the conversation,
causing Alex to let out a large sigh of relief. “The baby is an added bonus.”
“Mort, I…”
Mort’s temper began to rise
again. “I let you come into my home and
this is what you do? This isn’t you,
Amy – unless Ted reprogrammed you or something and…”
“I’m sorry!” Amy yelled, starting
to cry. She then remembered Julia and
lowered her voice. “My life’s…I lost
another baby, O.K.? I lost Ted’s baby,
just like I lost yours. He said…he said
it’s all right. He…he wants to move and
try again, but the house…”
Mort’s voice was soft. “Amy, I’m sorry that you lost…Ted has money
– he doesn’t need mine. None of this is
an excuse to say what you have. What
did you expect me to do for you? Were
you looking for…what’s going through your head?”
“Mort?” Alex’s voice was pained.
Mort looked over at Alex – her face
had drained of its color. “Alex? Baby, what’s wrong?”
Her breathing hitched as she said,
“It’s…Mort, it’s too soon.”
Mort didn’t have to ask. He kicked himself mentally for letting Amy
in and for leaving her alone with Alex.
“I’ll call Karen and we’ll go.”
He glared at Amy. “You’ve gotta
go.” He picked up the phone and began
to dial. Amy let herself out.
***
Author’s Note:
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo