Wife's Bitter Revenge Against Neglectful CEO Husband-Chapter 156: Cops, Meet King

The chat with Stiff gave me an idea. I did a little computer magic, transferring the registration on his car to some rando pedophile who deserved a little karmic chaos in his life. I followed it with a stolen vehicle report with the police.

I spent an hour playing Capture the Flag against an Icelandic hacker named SquidCakes. He was competent. I was better. I’d watched his rise through the ranks over the last few months. He was learning fast. At the rate he was improving, he’d be a real contender by the time we matched again.

The match over, my lips curled in a smile as I called the police and reported my stalker ex in front of my place of employment. I asked for police intervention as I feared for my safety.

And then I waited for the cops to fuck with King’s life for me. Oh, sure, he might be arrested, but the charges wouldn’t stick. He was King Heavenly, after all. No prosecutor would dare indict him. Besides, I intentionally did a piss poor job of framing him. I didn’t want to do real harm. I did want him inconvenienced.

Oh, bonus idea. I reported his impending arrest to a couple of local news stations, the local newspaper, and a social media page devoted to following the elites. But that’s not all, folks.

I went downstairs and waited for the cops to approach King’s car. When they asked him to get out, I stepped outside. I not only wanted to witness King’s arrest firsthand, but I also wanted to invade King’s privacy and create a false image of the man based on the truth, the same as he’d done to me. I pointed my cell phone camera at him and filmed his disgrace as I walked toward him.

Unlike King’s underhanded methods, I wanted him to know it was me screwing with his life.

I was a few feet away when King saw me.

"Teela, tell them who I am."

"Sure! No problem."

"Officers," I said, "King Heavenly is my ex-husband. He’s been stalking me for months now. I don’t feel safe. Can you please remove him from company property? Property that I own, by the way.

"Do you have a restraining order against him?" The officer asked.

"No. Is that what you recommend?"

"A restraining order gives us more authority to keep him away from you. If you don’t feel safe, you need a restraining order."

King said, "Teela, don’t do this."

The second officer returned from the police car. "Mr. Heavenly, where did you get this car?"

"It’s my car," King said.

"Not according to the Department of Motor Vehicles."

King called out to the driver for the car’s paperwork.

The first officer reviewed the paperwork. "The paperwork looks legitimate, but it doesn’t agree to official records. I think you should come with us. We’ll work this out down at the station."

King said, "This is ridiculous. I didn’t do anything."

"What did you do, King? I mean, besides violating my right to privacy, harassing my fiancé, treating me like an object rather than a living, breathing, thinking human being with thoughts and rights of my own."

Realization crossed King’s face. "You did this, didn’t you? You’re getting even with me. Teela, you can’t do this. I won’t allow it."

The officer turned King toward his car and slapped cuffs on his wrists. When they turned him back around, King’s face was red with rage. I made sure to get a close-up on my phone.

"Call Min. Tell him to meet me at the police station."

"Smile, King. Let’s see how you fair in the court of public opinion."

"Call Min."

The officer led King toward the police cruiser.

I waved at his back. "Not my problem, King. I’m too busy watching my back to spot the detectives you’ve hired to follow me. Oh, say hello to Bob Jones. I’ll be talking to him real soon."

"Teela, tell them this is a joke."

"Good night, King. Enjoy your cellmates."

I watched as the cops drove away before turning to King’s driver. "Would you like to wait inside for a ride?"

"Mr. Heavenly will be upset if I leave the car unattended."

"I’ll stay until then." The driver stood at attention beside the driver’s door.

I’d done what I could for the man, so I turned and went back inside to wait for Wyla. I have to admit it. I had a song on my lips and a skip in my step as I attached the video to the social media site from earlier.

I texted Wyla for a ride, then I stared at my phone for a long time. I wanted so bad to call Alec. I felt like half a person without him, and this win tonight was something I would normally share with him.

If I called and told him, would he see it for what it was or would he think this meant I was ready to come home? I didn’t want to lead him on. This wasn’t over. This was the beginning. King was too stubborn to learn the lesson I had to teach him from this one little incident.

The phone buzzed with a new message.

Alec: ....

Teela: You okay?

Alec: Lonely.

Teela: Same.

Alec: How was your day?

Teela: Better than I expected.

Alec: Anything you care to share?

Teela: Not yet, but I’m making progress in solving our problem.

Alec: I’m thinking of getting a fish.

Teela: A fish?

Alec: Yeah, the apartment is too empty.

Teela: Big fish tank or a little bowl?

Alec: Want to help me pick it out? We can shop online.

Teela: I’ve got some time to kill.

We sent links to fish bowls back and forth while I waited for Wyla. I voted for something spacey, fitting for building a fish family. Alec shared links to small bowls. His thought process was that the apartment felt too big for him now and a smaller place would feel less lonely. The fish would feel the same. The fish needed a small bowl to avoid feeling lonely.

Wyla pulled up out front.

Teela: My ride is here. I should go.

Alec: Take me with you.

Teela: Good night, Alec. I look forward to meeting your fish.

I sighed. That went better than I expected, and it felt good to spend time with Alec, even if it was virtually while discussing something silly like the size of fish tank for a fish Alec didn’t even own yet.

"Good evening, Ms. Teela. How was your day?" Wyla asked.

"The day was good, and it is Teela. I don’t stand behind formalities. How was your day?"

"I spent the day chauffeuring an out-of-town couple around the city. They are here to celebrate their fortieth wedding anniversary. It was beautiful. They were so in love and determined to make each other happy.

"I hope I have that kind of relationship one day, but it probably won’t happen."

"Why do you say that?"

Wyla shrugged. "My life has been screwed up since birth. I only learned toxicity from my parents. I’d carry that baggage into a new relationship."

"Wyla, have you never dated?"

"Once or twice. It didn’t end well."

"Sometimes it takes more than once or twice to find your forever person."

"How about you, Teela? Have you found your forever person? Not that King guy, right?"

"No, not King. I think I have, yes."

"Why aren’t you with him?"

"King has damaged the relationship. I need to convince King to stay out of my relationship before I can repair it."

"That doesn’t make sense to me. It seems like your forever person should be included in the process."

I’d thought of that. It might do Alec some good to see what I was doing to protect our relationship. Keeping him in the dark might be a sign of me man-hating on all the males in my life for keeping me in the dark. It might not be the healthiest decision.

I didn’t know, and I didn’t want to think about it tonight. I wanted to celebrate my mini victory against King.

"Wyla, have you eaten dinner?"

"Not yet. I brought a sandwich, though, are you hungry? There is enough to share."

"Dinner is on me tonight. Anything you like. What sounds good?"

"Really? You’d take a driver like me to dinner?"

"Wyla, I don’t know how you imagine me, but I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood. I spent my entire married life working as more slave than maid to my in laws. There is nothing special about me. It is only recently that I’ve gained any financial success."

"Yeah, but you’ve succeeded. You sit in the backseat. I sit up front. You pay the bills. I take the money in exchange for services. You might have come from the same place I did, but you’ve climbed higher."

"Not in my eyes, Wyla. I don’t judge based on money. Do you remember Jake? I met him while he was a vagrant. He saved me from an assault on the streets. I didn’t care where he was from. He was good to me. From that beginning, we’ve built a friendship that I would be hard pressed to lose. He still works for me, but I’d rather spend a Thursday night sparing with him at the gym than anything else."

"You guys spare? Really? Can I get in on that? I picked up mixed martial arts a couple of years ago. It’s empowering."