Cheating Death

Copyright © 2018 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author.

Author's Note: There is no sex in this story. This is a short flash story about a cheating husband. There is no real character building. You have been warned.

Sheri Lambert was relaxed in her seat aboard the train home. The spring semester had just ended and she couldn't wait to get back to her life as a wife to her husband, Henry. She couldn't wait to see her parents once again. She was in the second year of her graduate studies at university going for her masters in business. She hadn't been home for a few months. She sighed as the train rocked down the tracks.

She had earned her undergrad degree at the age of eighteen. She was now twenty and has been married for two years to her husband, Henry who was five years her senior, having just graduated from undergrad school last year. To say Sheri was smart was an understatement. She was brilliant and already had offers of employment at some of the biggest firms in the country.

~~~CD~~~

Sheri had met Henry on a train home, during one of their semester breaks. They started talking and before Henry knew it, Sheri had him in one of the restrooms in a lip lock that surprised him. Yes, when Sheri saw a man she wanted, she let him know. She didn't just go kissing every man she met. Henry was amazed by Sheri's audacity and called her almost every day while home on break. They started going out just a scant week after the restroom incident.

They continued going out once back at school. When Sheri graduated, Henry asked her to marry him. She said yes, but needed her parent's permission as she wasn't quite eighteen yet. They put the marriage off until she turned eighteen. The next year, Henry graduated and Sheri turned eighteen. They were married in her parent's church. They spent their honeymoon in Naples Florida at the Hilton on the beach.

When they were on the beach, Sheri was hit on by almost every guy that passed them. Sheri would laugh, Henry would scowl, at each of them, as Sheri proudly waved her left hand in their faces. They would move on but always came back gazing at Sheri in her bikini. Henry would scowl. Sheri would giggle.

"Henry, there is no need for you to get so angry. The chances of me cheating on you are a million... no a billion to one... no zero. I will never, ever have sex with another man but you. I already promised that in church."

"I know sweetheart, but the audacity of them, even looking at you..."

"Henry, let them look, only you will be able to touch, ever," said Sheri looking over her sunglasses at her handsome, jealous, husband.

"I know baby, but I love you so much and I don't even want to share you like this, let alone with others."

"I know dear. It will never happen... unless."

"Unless what?" asked Henry astounded by her statement.

"Unless you want it too or you cheat on me first."

"Well, neither of those will ever happen, my dear, sweet, Sheri," replied Henry, his smile a mile wide.

"Good, then you have nothing to worry about. Nor do I," Sheri said.

~~~CD~~~

All that happened two years ago. In that two years, Sheri has been away from home more than at home. She did, however, conceive sometime during her honeymoon and was six weeks pregnant when she found out. She made the trip home to tell her husband and her parents. All of them were overjoyed. He parents because they would be grandparents, her husband because he would hopefully have a son to raise. He wouldn't mind a girl but was hoping for a boy is what he told Sheri.

Sheri returned to school the next Monday having missed just three days. Within the week back she had a miscarriage. She was in the university hospital. Her husband and parents came down to see her and make sure she was all right. The doctor came in and shooed everyone out of her room. She was looking very sad when she started to talk to Sheri.

"Sheri, dear, we have determined the cause of your miscarriage."

"Something genetic?" asked Sheri.

"No. I'm afraid not. Somehow, you ingested ethylene glycol."

"Antifreeze?" asked Sheri.

"Yes. Not enough to kill you or harm you, but enough to make your baby abort. I'm sorry, but I had to call the police. They are searching you dorm room now. They will be over to talk to you and your family once they are done. Again, I'm so sorry," the doctor said squeezing Sheri's hand.

Sheri sat there shocked that anyone would even think she would do this to herself. She was even more shocked that anyone she knew would do this to her.

"Doctor, do you know about when this happened?" asked Sheri.

"It had to have happened within the last week and a half. It was a very small amount, but ethylene glycol does get into the bloodstream and wouldn't be stopped by the blood barrier to the fetus."

"So it had to be when I was home telling my family and friends I was pregnant last Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday?"

"Yes. Or that Saturday or Sunday. I would guess closer to Sunday as the process is very rapid after ingestion."

"Sunday, uh. Okay, I know where I was Sunday and Saturday night."

"Be well Sheri," the doctor said and left her room.

Sheri's family came back in asking what the doctor had said, but Sheri just lay back and closed her eyes. After a while, everyone but her mother left.

~~~CD~~~

When Sheri opened her eyes she was crying once again. Mom came and sat beside her on the bed.

"What's the matter, dear?" Mom asked.

"Someone killed my baby," replied Sheri.

"You can't think that way dear."

"No, mom, someone caused me to lose the baby. That's what the doctor said. Someone gave me ethylene glycol Saturday or Sunday when I was home. Who would do something like that?" Sheri was sobbing into her hands."

"Oh dear. Are they sure?" mom asked.

"Yes mom, they are sure. The police are at my dorm room searching it now. They will be here to asked questions soon."

"Oh my," mom said. "Do you know where and with who you were with on Saturday and Sunday?"

"I do. But I can't believe any of them would do something like this."

"Who, dear?" mom asked.

"You don't need to know, mom."

"I remember you and Henry were with us most of Saturday, then left to see some of your friends from high school. Where did you two go on Sunday, you didn't get back to our house until late in the afternoon?"

"Stop playing detective, mother. I know with who and where I was."

"Okay dear."

"Where are you going?" Sheri asked.

"To tell the others," mom replied.

"No. Don't you dare. I don't want anyone but you to know what happened. Please."

"I don't know... Henry should know."

"I'll tell him later. You don't please."

"All right my dear, if that is what you wish. I'll keep my mouth shut."

Mom sat back down on the bed and held her daughter's hand until the police arrived. One of the detectives took mom out into the hall and the other sat down next Sheri.

"I know you didn't find anything in my room, except for my roommate's pot stash."

The detective laughed nodding at Sheri.

"They said you were brilliant. No, you're right we didn't find anything. No ethylene glycol, no Antifreeze. Of course as bright as you are you could have gotten rid of it after using it," the detective said.

"First of all, I wouldn't have done that to myself or my baby." Sheri was crying again.

The detective waited until Sheri was under of control of her emotions.

"Do you have any idea who would have or could have, done this to you?"

"I have racked my brain trying to think back where I was and who was with me just this past weekend. And no one I was with would have had a reason to do anything like this to me or my baby. I have no idea who did this."

"Can I get names and address of the people you were with then?"

"Sure. Once I'm back in my dorm room. I have them in my address book."

"This address book?" the detective asked handing Sheri her book.

"Ah, yes, this is the one."

Sheri went through the book pointing out who she was with and telling the detective where they had been. All of the places were public venues. Drinks were served by unknown people. Sheri wasn't having alcohol, just fruit drinks. Orange juice and Pineapple juice. The ethylene glycol could have easily been slipped into her drink by anyone. The sweet, tart taste of the juice would have covered the sweet taste of the antifreeze.

Sheri went home for a week after getting out of the hospital. She worked on her assignments from home. Got lecture notes from her friends. Studied all day and into the night sometimes. Henry would come home from work, cook dinner and clean up. He was in bed by nine o'clock each night. When she first came home, after Henry went to work, Sheri had searched the house. She did find antifreeze in the garage. She knew forensics wasn't at the stage where they could tell if a sample matched a sample from a certain bottle or container. So there was no way to determine if that antifreeze was used on her.

Did she suspect someone that had been to her house that weekend? She did. She herself had narrowed it down to two possible people. She had no proof, except they were with her both days. There was a third, but she doubted her mother poisoned her. She watched the two people she thought might have caused her harm closely whenever they were around.

~~~CD~~~

That was all mid-spring semester. The police never found out who had slipped her the anti-freeze. Back at school, she had been seeing a therapist for the rest of the semester and she never mentioned it to her family. She also had seen doctors about being able to conceive again. She could. No damage had been done to her uterus or ovaries. She was still able to have normal babies.

This time home would be different. It was the end of the semester and she would watch every move the two she suspected made. When the train pulled into the station, she looked for her husband but she was four hours earlier than she told him last night. She had caught an earlier train, not on purpose, but because she was so anxious to get home and see her mom and dad. It was a Wednesday. It was only one o'clock in the afternoon. She wasn't expected home by her husband until six that night.

She hailed a cab and had him drive her to her mom's house. She had him stop in the street, she only had the one bag so, she paid him, jumped out and up the driveway. The front door was not locked. Mom hardly ever locked the front door during the day. Neighbors may want to stop by and talk. Sheri put her bag down in the entry hall and listened. What she heard astounded her. Her mom was cussing up a blue streak. It sounded as if she was having sex.

Wondering what the hell was happening, Sheri walked toward the noise. It was in the master bedroom. The door was open and when the bed came into view, she saw her mom, bouncing up and down on some guys cock. A cock that looked awfully familiar. Stepping into the bedroom she saw the man's face. It was her husband, Henry. Sheri screamed. Both Henry and her mom turned to look at her. Her mom screamed, jumping up and backing off the bed. Henry just looked at her with a smirk on his face.

Henry got up out of bed slowly and walked to Sheri. He gently grabbed her shoulders, drawing her in toward him. Sheri screamed again, kneeing Henry in the balls. He dropped to his knees, his face a mask of pain, his hands holding his groin. He never made a sound, just looked wide-eyed at Sheri.

"You, fucking, cheating, son of a bitch. And with my mother. You are the lowest piece of scum to have ever lived. Don't you even think about coming home tonight or I will have the police throw you in jail for trespassing on my property. Shut it. You're the dumb fuck who put the house in my name and only my name. I don't ever want to see you again you worthless piece of shit," Sheri shouted slapping his face, hard. He was on the floor, still holding his gonads with a bright red hand print on his cheek.

All this time Sheri's mother just stood in the corner whimpering. Sheri went to her mom. Carol, looked up at Sheri, sorrow in her eyes. Sheri slapped her hard. Carol turned back to face Sheri. Sheri slapped her again. Sinking down on to the bed Sheri started to cry.

"How could you?" asked Sheri.

Carol, just looked at her daughter with sorrow and shame on her face. Henry was trying to regain his feet. Sheri got up and went over to him, looking down at her poor excuse of a husband. As he struggled, Sheri kicked him in the balls again. This time he threw up all over himself and the floor. Sheri found his clothes, she walked to the front door and tossed them out on the lawn.

Going back to the bedroom, she grabbed a hand full of Henry's hair and pulled him to his feet. She dragged him by his hair, toward the front door. She pushed him out, slammed the door and locked the damn thing. But not before she kicked him in the balls one last time. Turning she went back into the bedroom. Her mother hadn't moved from the corner.

"Mom!" shouted Sheri.

Mom didn't move.

"MOM!" Sheri yelled louder.

Carol looked up at her daughter. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Sheri walked slowly over to her mom, took her hand in hers and gently pulled her mom to the foot of the bed where her clothes were. Sheri pushed her mother down on the bed so she was seated with her clothes at her feet.

"Get dressed mom," Sheri told her sitting down next to her.

Carol just sat there staring into space. She looked dazed and confused and Sheri wondered if Henry had done something to her, given her something.

"Mom, are you in there?" Sheri asked putting her hand gently on Carol's shoulder.

"Huh? Yes... yes... yes, I'm fine. I'm so sorry..."

"Don't apologize. Why? Why did you do this?" asked Sheri.

"I'm naked," Carol said looking down at herself confused. She picked up her panties and pulled them on then her bra followed by the rest of her clothes. Looking up, her face masked in surprise, she looked at Sheri. "When did you get here dear?"

"Mother, think. What did Henry give you?"

"Henry? He was here earlier. He must have left, dear. I'm sorry you missed him."

Sheri slapped her mother. Not hard, just enough to shake her up. Carol looked at her daughter bringing her hand up to her cheek.

"Ow, that hurt! Why are you hitting me... oh god, I'm so sorry. What you must think of me..."

"Mother, focus. Why were you in bed with Henry?"

Carol looked at her daughter.

"I... I remember him coming here. I made us some coffee as we sat at the kitchen table. I needed to use the bathroom. When I came back he had the coffee poured and waiting. After that, things get kind of fuzzy, until I realized I was getting fucked. That's when I heard a scream. I turned around and you were there screaming. I knew I was naked and had a penis in me. I screamed when I saw it was Henry. Oh my god, this isn't the first time he... oh my lord... oh god no..." Carol broke down crying into Sheri's arms.

Sheri hugged her mother. Nodding she knew what the first thing she needed to do.

"Do you feel up to taking a car ride with me, mom?" asked Sheri.

"I guess, where are we going?"

"To my house."

"No. No, he'll be there," Carol croaked.

"He better not if he knows what's good for him."

Sheri pushed her mother gently away, so she could get up. She went to the bedroom closet and dialed the combination on the gun safe. Opening the door she pulled out her .380 auto. Grabbing the clip for it, she checked that it was full and rammed into to the handle.

"What do you need that for, dear?" Carol asked.

"Just in case, the police don't show up fast enough. Now let's go," Sheri said headed for the front door.

She looked out the window. Asshole was still on the ground holding his nuts. As she opened the door, she heard him moan and he looked up at her. She scowled at him, still holding the gun in her right hand. Henry whimpered when he saw the gun. Carol made sure the door was locked. She went to kick Henry, but Sheri pulled her away.

"No, mom. Leave the asshole be. Let's go," Sheri said.

The two got in Carol's car, Sheri driving and left.

~~~CD~~~

At Sheri's house, the two women went inside. Sheri put chairs against the front door, the back door, and the door to the kitchen from the garage. Then she tore apart the house looking for whatever Henry had used on his mother. The last place she looked, of course, it was, she found what she was looking for. A bottle of pills without a label hidden in a pair of rolled up socks in his sock drawer. When Sheri was done, she found her mom in the kitchen sipping a cup of coffee.

"I made some coffee dear," Carol said softly not knowing what to expect from her daughter.

"I found what he used on you. He may even have used these on me at some point. Bastard. Fucking bastard."

"Do you know what they are?" Carol asked.

"No. I will have them analyzed by the Police..."

At that point, Sheri heard the garage door opening. She went to the front door. There were two cops coming up the walkway. Sheri pulled the chair away from the door and opened the door. The cops stopped in their tracks.

"You officer are welcome in my home, but that man behind you is not."

Sheri pulled a copy of the deed out of her pocket that she found in the filing cabinet. It was so nice of Henry to have it in the house for her.

"Ma'am if you could put the gun away, please."

"Of course." Sheri stuck the gun in her waistband at her back. "Please come in officers."

Sheri stood aside to let them enter. She handed the deed to the first one. Closing the door behind the second. She led them to the kitchen.

"This is my mother, Carol Chastain. I am Sheri Lambert. You may address me as Sheri. Now who are you and why are you here as if I don't know."

"I am Sergeant Dillon Black, this is Officer Pete Trainer. Since you think you know why we are here, why don't you tell us your side of the story, Sheri?"

"Sure, why not. Not an hour ago, I got home from school. Caught a cab at the train station to my mom's house. When I walked into the house I heard noises coming from the master bedroom. When I went down the hall I saw a man and woman having sex. The woman was my mother. I was just about to back out when I saw the man's face. It was my husband. I screamed. My mother screamed. My husband yelled, got off the bed and came at me. I was scared. I didn't know what he had in mind, so I kicked him in the balls. When he fell to his knees I slapped him as hard as I could.

"I grabbed his clothes and tossed them out the front door. Then I grabbed his hair and pulled him up and guided him to the front door where I pushed his dirty cheating ass out on the front lawn. And that's the God's honest truth. Ask my mother. She'll tell you. There was one other thing, that asshole drugged my mother to get into her pants. That's rape isn't it?"

The cops looked at each other. Sheri handed them the bottle of pills.

"I found that in his sock drawer, wrapped up in a pair of socks. I have never seen that before."

Both cops looked at Carol. She didn't smile.

"Everything my daughter told you is the God's honest truth," Carol said.

"We'll be right back, ladies," Sergeant Black said.

The two officers went back outside, they left the front door open. Sheri went and stood in the doorway. She watched the officers arrest her soon to be ex-husband and put him in their squad car. Officer Trainer stayed out by the car. Sheri could hear Henry shouting and asking what was going on. Trainer told him to shut up. Sergeant Black came back into the house with his clipboard.