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Authors: R. Barri Flowers
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safety and that of her three children
to keep the family intact, as well as her stake in her husband’s
considerable business interests and their estate.
Carole opened her eyes in time to see Blake
Wallace with his arm wrapped around his wife’s waist as they headed
out of the courtroom. She could not help but think that justice had
once again been denied the People. Particularly those who believed
wife abuse should neither be tolerated nor rewarded.
She left the bench, feeling empty, as if she
had run out of fuel or the will to carry on for another day. It was
another case of domestic violence that fell short of desired
results.
* * *
Victoria Wallace had lived in terror of her
husband since the first day he hit her. It was on their wedding
night when he had accused her of not being a virgin. He had broken
her nose and then raped her. He had told her if anyone found out
the truth he would kill her and himself.
Now some twenty-five years later she had
learned never to take his threats idly. The beatings were less
frequent now that he had his mistress and other interests to keep
him occupied, but they were more intense and seemingly came with
more pleasure on the part of her husband. This last time had come
without warning. He had flown off the handle because of a deal gone
sour and decided to take it out on her. She had suffered a detached
retina, bruised kidney, lost three teeth, and received other
injuries.
Neighbors had called the police and she had
raced to them in fear of her life, not caring that she was naked
for any sick lustful kicks the two male officers might have
received. She only wished to survive the night for her children and
live to see another day.
Blake had been arrested.
He had hired the best lawyer money could buy.
There was even talk of bribing a juror or two, if need be. Victoria
had seen the writing on the wall. Were she to go against Blake, she
could lose everything. Including her life. Maybe even the precious
life of her children.
She had decided, for the sake of her children
and the life they were accustomed to living, that she had to
support her husband through the trial while continuing to live
under the veil of secrecy, shame, and apprehension.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Blake Wallace drove his white-on-white
Mercedes to the townhouse he kept when he needed to get away. More
specifically, when he needed to be with his mistress, Rebecca. The
bitch couldn’t figure out left from right if you didn’t point her
in the proper direction, but she knew which buttons to push in bed
better than most. Something Victoria hadn’t accomplished in
twenty-five years of marriage.
It was her damned fault he had lost his
temper so many times. Right from the very start she had deceived
him. Made a fool out of him. Only because she had gotten herself
knocked up almost right away did he even bother to stay. Later,
with more kids and a prospering career in real estate acquisitions,
it was no longer good business sense to divorce her. He would be
damned if he let that bitch wind up with the better part of his
earnings and assets.
Right now Blake was just happy that prick of
a lawyer he’d paid a fortune had succeeded in getting him acquitted
of assault. The moment he’d made eye contact with the blonde woman
on the jury whose kid he would put through college with some
spending money on the side, he knew he was home free from a
unanimous verdict against him.
But not until he heard the words “not guilty”
did Blake Wallace feel confident that he had beaten this rap.
Now it was time to celebrate.
He pulled into the underground parking lot,
unaware that another car had come in shortly after while keeping a
safe distance.
Within moments Blake had parked right
alongside Rebecca’s Subaru Legacy. It was a birthday present from
him and he fully intended to be reimbursed in the way she best paid
her debts. Hot and heavy under the sheets.
He got out of the car and headed towards the
elevator in the lowly
to keep the family intact, as well as her stake in her husband’s
considerable business interests and their estate.
Carole opened her eyes in time to see Blake
Wallace with his arm wrapped around his wife’s waist as they headed
out of the courtroom. She could not help but think that justice had
once again been denied the People. Particularly those who believed
wife abuse should neither be tolerated nor rewarded.
She left the bench, feeling empty, as if she
had run out of fuel or the will to carry on for another day. It was
another case of domestic violence that fell short of desired
results.
* * *
Victoria Wallace had lived in terror of her
husband since the first day he hit her. It was on their wedding
night when he had accused her of not being a virgin. He had broken
her nose and then raped her. He had told her if anyone found out
the truth he would kill her and himself.
Now some twenty-five years later she had
learned never to take his threats idly. The beatings were less
frequent now that he had his mistress and other interests to keep
him occupied, but they were more intense and seemingly came with
more pleasure on the part of her husband. This last time had come
without warning. He had flown off the handle because of a deal gone
sour and decided to take it out on her. She had suffered a detached
retina, bruised kidney, lost three teeth, and received other
injuries.
Neighbors had called the police and she had
raced to them in fear of her life, not caring that she was naked
for any sick lustful kicks the two male officers might have
received. She only wished to survive the night for her children and
live to see another day.
Blake had been arrested.
He had hired the best lawyer money could buy.
There was even talk of bribing a juror or two, if need be. Victoria
had seen the writing on the wall. Were she to go against Blake, she
could lose everything. Including her life. Maybe even the precious
life of her children.
She had decided, for the sake of her children
and the life they were accustomed to living, that she had to
support her husband through the trial while continuing to live
under the veil of secrecy, shame, and apprehension.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Blake Wallace drove his white-on-white
Mercedes to the townhouse he kept when he needed to get away. More
specifically, when he needed to be with his mistress, Rebecca. The
bitch couldn’t figure out left from right if you didn’t point her
in the proper direction, but she knew which buttons to push in bed
better than most. Something Victoria hadn’t accomplished in
twenty-five years of marriage.
It was her damned fault he had lost his
temper so many times. Right from the very start she had deceived
him. Made a fool out of him. Only because she had gotten herself
knocked up almost right away did he even bother to stay. Later,
with more kids and a prospering career in real estate acquisitions,
it was no longer good business sense to divorce her. He would be
damned if he let that bitch wind up with the better part of his
earnings and assets.
Right now Blake was just happy that prick of
a lawyer he’d paid a fortune had succeeded in getting him acquitted
of assault. The moment he’d made eye contact with the blonde woman
on the jury whose kid he would put through college with some
spending money on the side, he knew he was home free from a
unanimous verdict against him.
But not until he heard the words “not guilty”
did Blake Wallace feel confident that he had beaten this rap.
Now it was time to celebrate.
He pulled into the underground parking lot,
unaware that another car had come in shortly after while keeping a
safe distance.
Within moments Blake had parked right
alongside Rebecca’s Subaru Legacy. It was a birthday present from
him and he fully intended to be reimbursed in the way she best paid
her debts. Hot and heavy under the sheets.
He got out of the car and headed towards the
elevator in the lowly
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