Creator's World

THE SHOWDOWN Cathy and Zach fell asleep on the couch – they had exhausted themselves with strategies on how to talk Dale out of taking the money from Cathy and also making sure Dale does not kill them both out of his jealousy and hatred. Zach could not bring himself to think how a man who cared for and about his wife manage to travel from sweet to villain in such a short space of time. Cathy had been through too much, he figured. His return was too sudden: perhaps, perhaps he should have attempted a short coded message to her during his absence; perhaps he should have informed her before he returned…  As they lay in the couch, Zach stroked his wife’s hair. God, he thought, he was blessed with such a woman. In spite of her short falls (which she could not be blamed entirely – he would have done the same, maybe worse, had the matter been reversed), she was willing to make amends and keep their marriage still alive. He valued her then – she was priceless. As Cathy lay in her husb

MOMENT OF TRUTH “Say something, Cathy.” Zach implored. “Will you believe me above all that you have already heard?” Cathy asked, not sure of what Zach wanted – if he wanted more to condemn her, or if he was ready to really listen to her side of the story. “I’m willing to listen to yours, Cathy. I want to hear your side. Tell me.” Cathy sighed. “I thought you were dead, Zach. I was miserable. I was torn. I was broken. Everything did not make sense after they told me that you had died; it was worse after you had been supposedly buried without my knowledge. I hadn’t got to say goodbye to you. My heart was wrenched from within. Can you imagine the loss I felt? I had to go through all that alone. Alone, Zach, for six solid months!” Cathy sobbed. Zach bent his head. He could not bear the pain that was expressed in Cathy’s words and eyes. “I began spending some time at the beach.” Cathy sniffed. She paused for a while before continuing. “Dale and I met there at the beac