The Miracle of You

For Gregory, Pamela was his wife. His trophy and his possession.

Yet her presence haunted him in ways he didn’t dare admit, even to himself.

Every time he saw her, she seemed to become more beautiful in his eyes. She grew into an ethereal beauty that took his breath away. In fact, he was captivated and consumed by the need to possess her completely.

There were many times when he would sit alone in the privacy of his study and indulge in his fantasies about Pamela. He imagined scenarios in which she belonged to him completely. He imagined her at his side, her every thought and action dictated by his desires.

The mere thought of it brought him such pleasure that he could hardly wait for the day when he could possess her completely.

And to keep her as far away from everything else in the world as possible except for him.

‘One day,’ he swore to himself as he signed one document after another, a small smile of anticipation curving his lips. ‘Once I take over the company as its head, all my hard work will finally pay off. I will have her and everything I desire.’

They were married now. She couldn’t possibly leave him. Their vows were eternal.

No, she wouldn’t dare leave him.

‘I am sure that she will never betray me,’ he thought.

Suddenly, the thought of her smiling at another man and being in someone else’s arms sparked a fierce jealousy in him.

‘I will never let that happen.’

But it would soon, years later, come back to bite him.

When he saw the scene of Pamela and the gardener, Winston, laughing together and surrounded by the blooming flowers in the garden, Gregory felt like he was going to throw up. His entire body felt heavy and hot, as if lava was boiling inside him.

He watched them from a distance, his insides constricting with envy. He saw how easy they got along, how radiant her smile was, and the way Winston spoke and looked at her.

Gregory felt something primal stir within him, a possessiveness that threatened to swallow him whole. He clenched his hands into fists with such force that his knuckles turned white. He shook all over as he watched them in silence.

He did this for several days, noting how often they met in secret, where they hung out, talked, and touched each other affectionately. He memorized their routine, just observing and never breathing a single word of this to his wife.

His traitorous, cheating wife.

Later, as night fell, he sat in his study, replaying the scenes over and over in his mind. He could remember them so clearly, so vividly, like a movie clip that taunted him incessantly.

The more he thought about them and imagined what they did when he wasn’t home, the more it fueled his jealousy and obsession.

Did she let that man’s lips near hers? Did she let that man’s hands touch her in places that only Gregory was allowed to touch?

Gregory imagined confronting Pamela and demanding to know why she would allow another man to look at her like that, touch her like that, and talk to her like that.

And with a hired help, of all people!

But he held back before making any rash decisions. He knew better than anyone that letting his emotions get the best of him would only lead to failure.

So he fixed his features into an icy, detached expression as he began to plot his revenge.

‘Soon,’ he thought.

He still had time to plan everything. These things had to be done meticulously to be successful. He had to consider every detail and every possible loophole.

Especially regarding Winston. He had several things in store for that man.

Firing him would not help at all, especially without a good reason. Besides, it would only give him a chance to escape and possibly convince Pamela to come with him to poison her mind with his charms, manipulations, and lies.

Gregory looked down at his desk, where there was a folder containing the results of the extensive background check he had ordered on Winston Berkley. Based on the brief report he had received, there seemed to be a lot to go through. The files seemed to contain some interesting information that he needed to review as soon as possible.

‘Just you wait. I will make you wish you never set foot in the Callahan residence again,’ he thought to himself, looking at Winston’s 2×2 photo on the front of the folder.

No one dared to betray Gregory Callahan and get away with it.

***

Unfortunately, as the days went by, it was as if Winston had already caught wind of Gregory’s plans.

For one day he was no longer there, and neither was Pamela.

They had eloped together.

As Gregory stood alone in the moonlit garden, he felt a surge of emotions. Anger, betrayal, and most of all… a deep sense of loss.

He had been too late. He had foolishly thought he had enough time.

He had loved Pamela fiercely, though he had tried his best not to show it, for fear it would scare her away.

And now she was gone, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Just like that.

But in the midst of the pain and turmoil, a cold determination began to take root in Gregory’s heart, sprouting branches until it enveloped him as tightly as a snake’s grip.

It went without saying that he would not let Pamela’s betrayal go unpunished. In fact, he would not rest until he had taken his revenge on the man who had stolen her.

So, with steely resolve, Gregory turned and strode back to the mansion, his mind already racing with plans of retribution.

Pamela and Winston may have thought they had escaped his grasp, but they would soon learn the hard way that no one in this world ever crossed Gregory Callahan and lived to tell the tale.

Now, he was going to hunt them both down and make them pay.