We Were Married for Fifty-five Year

This is a short one and no sex. I was trying for a 750 word story, but went two twenty over.

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We were married for fifty-five years, three kids and two grandchildren when I found out. She never loved me and she fucked someone else a half hour before we said our vows. I found out by accident, when her car was tee boned by a drunk. Zia kept her last name when we married in1971. You see she had her own art gallery with her name on the signage out front. Her face was on TV ads and she hosted a PBS show about art.

When I got to the hospital, she was in an induced coma. The doctors told me she only had a ten percent chance of surviving. Tests for brain activity were being done the next day. In her medical records was a 'Do not resuscitate order'. It was ten years old and we had both updated our Wills and Trusts along with medical proxy's. Just two years ago, I had to produce the medical proxy. Or get a court order to stop Zia being taken off life support.

When I checked our home safe, I found our Wills and Trust documents, but not her health care proxy. Next, I tore apart her home office to no avail.

Zia had sold the business, so I called her former personal assistant. My hope was she would know where Zia kept the proxy. Gina asked if I checked Zia's safe deposit box. Gina was shocked that I had no idea Zia had one. She told me the name of the bank and which branch Zia had the box in.

Feeling I would need it, I brought Zia's Will that made her trust the sole beneficiary of her estate. The Trust named me the sole beneficiary of her Trust. As long with our Marriage Certificate. Though the bank manager was sympathetic. But because Zia was still alive; I would need a court order to access the box.

I knew one lawyer that had the pull at the courthouse to get me that court order. He was also the last person I wanted to call for help. You see, Alan Fritz had been trying to get in Zia's pants since before we got married. He offered to represent her for free when Zia sold the gallery. In exchange for spending a weekend with him. I wanted to report him to the bar association, but Zia just laughed and said Alan was just joking.

I made the call and Alan said: "I have been waiting for you to call, what are her chances?"

Fuck how did he know I would need him. I didn't feel I had time to get into that. Instead, I told him: "The bank won't let me access Zia's safe deposit box. I need her health care Proxy and I hope it is there. They want a court order before they give me access. Her Will and Trust are on file with the court. Please get me the court order before they take her off life support."

Alan said: "Shit, I thought you were calling for me to sue the company whose truck hit her."

I told him; "Get me the court order and you can file the claim against the trucking company."

An hour later Alan walked into the bank with the court order. When he wanted to help me go through what was in the box. The hairs on the back of my head started to stand. As politely as I could I declined his offer, he was very disappointed. That made me wonder if he knew what might be in the box.

I asked for and was given, a Bankers box to put the contents of Zia's safety deposit box in. The Proxy was near the top. When I got back to the hospital, Zia's numbers had improved. They were still going to do the brain scan in the morning. But now only I could decide to stop life support.

It was two days before I decided to look at what Zia had hidden from me. To say it was eye opening was an understatement. I learned she had been fucking Alan Fritz since before we were married. He wasn't the only one, I stopped counting, after fifty. A half hour before she walked up to the altar she fucked Alan. Zia said I do with his cum running down her legs.

It was a week before they brought her out of the coma. As much as I wanted to scream and call her a ducking cunt. I held my tongue, and smiled like I was happy she was going to survive. Since Zia was still unable to function on her own. I used the power of attorney she sighed when we updated our Wills and Trusts. I cleaned out all her assets and deposited the proceeds in a bank in Costa Rica. From there I transferred it through several places that didn't have extradition treaties with the US.

I would have loved to have seen the look on her face the day she was released. She would find an Uber driver holding a sign with her name. At home attached to the front door, she would see some of the pictures of her sucking and fucking other men. They were just a small sample of all the ones she had in the safety deposit box. On the stoop we're the diaries detailing all the men she had sex with throughout our entire marriage.

Zia was broken; she had no way to try and find me. She did get a size-able settlement from the trucking company's insurance. If she was frugal, it should last her till she dies, too bad I found that health care proxy. They would have pulled the plug and I may never have learned I was married to the town slut.