You are obsessed with the acquisition of power: it consumes your every waking moment; torments through your dreams. You were my wife, until your desire to become a model became reality. Surrounded by bodyguards and toadies hanging on to your every word you began to believe the hype. But you are no longer perfect. Your tummy is a little more rounded, those once beautiful pert breasts not quite so firm.

When details of your affairs were leaked to the press, you sought sanctuary in our old home, but the harassment continued. You failed to notice my absence when I moved to a remote cottage in the Scottish Highlands. Ignoring the divorce papers was a mistake that cost you dear.

The loch was only metres away from my cottage. I love traditional houses, and this one was no exception. The gatehouse of a mansion set in its own grounds. The beautiful loch and fishing rights were an added bonus, as was the woman by my side.

My fame has grown; that’s when you decided to pay a visit. You were stunned by the tiny child, cradled in my arms. Our daughter is just two days old. The hiss of fury warned me of your intent: Janet moved into the kitchen, taking our daughter out of harm’s way. When the police arrived, you glanced at my wife, framed in the doorway with our child cradled safely in her arms.

“You won’t keep Anthony. He was, and always will be, mine.”

Threatening to kill my wife and our daughter was the last straw. Nearly twelve months have passed since that day. A short jail term gave us just enough time to sell our home. The ocean-going yacht, purchased with the proceeds of my first book, will take us to our new home.

As I waved goodbye to friends, you screamed, “I will find you and the damned whore.”

I glanced at my childhood sweetheart when the police car pulled up alongside her Jaguar.

“No, you won’t,” I confidently declared as Liberty’s sails caught the wind and she headed out into the open sea.

“Don’t look back,” Janet whispered.

Only two people know about our change of name and a new homeland. A small privately owned island near the Bermuda Triangle belonging to an old friend.

Published by llamamemeg

I love creating stories. In many ways―since I returned to the UK (from Andalucia, Spain) in August 2015―it has taken over my life. Until recently, I ran a blog covering my journey through research, writing/editing/publishing my first novel but I discovered that one of my somewhat unusual short stories had been “plagiarised” by a popular American Author. Taking someone else’s work, if only one chapter, is immoral. To ensure she didn’t steal any more of my work, I closed the blog. Something I now regret but regrets are pointless. “The Elderns” (formerly “The Eldern Journals”) were also extensively revised. Hopefully, they will be published on Amazon KDP before the end of 2022. The first volume of my short story books, “So Bizarre”, will also be published. Or they will when I manage to sus out how to upload them to the Amazon website.

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