He Rotted Waiting For You

A phone call from my old neighbor in the States was the first thing to pierce the sun-drenched silence of my life abroad.

The voice on the other end was frantic, hushed, as if relaying state secrets. She told me there was a woman at my front doorvery pregnant, very loudclaiming to be the one true love of my late husband.

I told the neighbor to hand her the phone.

I didn't raise my voice. I simply told her that I was Xaviers ex-wife, and that before he passed, hed made me promise that if his "soulmate" ever came looking for him, I should step aside and let them be together. I even told her where he kept the spare key: tucked inside the oversized ceramic planter by the porch.

On the phone, she played the part of the fragile, wronged heroine. She whimpered about how she never wanted to break up a family, but the baby changed everything. She bragged that "Xavy" told her she could come to him anytime. She even had the audacity to suggest I just wasn't young or vibrant enough to hold a man like him.

I felt a cold, sharp smile tugging at my lips. Of course, I would help them fulfill their "destiny."

After all, there was nothing left in that house except for Xaviers corpse, which had been liquefying into the floorboards for three years.

On his deathbed, hed begged me. He told me that if the woman hed been keeping in the shadows ever came for him, I should give her the company, the house, and his ashes. He wanted to be hers in the end.

Id cried beautiful, crocodile tears and promised him everything.

But the second he stopped breathing, I took the keys to the kingdom. I consolidated the company, packed my daughters bags, and moved to the Mediterranean to live the life hed tried to deny me.

I didn't even bother calling the morgue. I wasn't about to waste a cent on a man whod spent our marriage dreaming of someone else. I just locked the door and left him there.

Now, his "true love" had finally arrived. I figured it was only fair to let her have exactly what she asked for.

...

Back then, I couldnt bring myself to pay the funeral costs or the transport fees for Xaviers remains. So, I let him stay in that secluded suburban "love nest" hed built for his mistress.

To the outside world, I played the grieving, noble widow. I told anyone who asked that I wasn't burying him yet because I was waitingholding out hope that his "true hearts desire" would show up to say one last goodbye.

I waited three years.

And for three years, Xavier rotted.

He sat in that house, the one hed designed as a sanctuary for his infidelity, slowly turning into a biological hazard while I lived my best life.

I was currently in a villa overlooking the Amalfi Coast, my fingers tangled in the hair of a gorgeous Italian twenty-something named Luca, thinking Xavier would never actually get his reunion. Then the phone rang.

"My god, Katherine! Your husbands little plaything is here. Shes at least six months along. What do I do?"

It was simple. Shed waited three years to come looking for him, which meant she was either out of money or out of options. She wanted the man? She could have him. Im not a petty woman.

The neighbor handed over the phone. I listened to the girls pathetic attempts at intimidation, calmly gave her the location of the key, and hung up.

I pushed Lucas perfect abs away with a newfound surge of adrenaline and opened the Nest security app on my laptop. I wasn't going to miss the season finale of this drama.

"Cara, what is it?" Luca pouted, trying to pull me back into the silk sheets.

"Not now, baby," I said, my eyes glued to the screen. "I have a front-row seat to a haunting."

The camera resolution was crystal clear. I could see Haileys smug expression, the way she patted her protruding stomach as if it were a trophy. She was wearing four-inch heels and swinging the house key around her finger like shed just won the lottery.

She stood at the front door, her hand on the knob. Then, her face shifted.

Her hand flew to her mouth. She scrambled back toward the bushes, and I watched in high-definition as she retched.

The "trophy wife" facade crumbled instantly. At first, she probably thought it was just severe morning sickness. But every time she tried to step back onto the porch, her body revolted. The stench of three years of stagnant, unventilated decay is not something a human nose can rationalize.

She vomited five times before she finally stood there, pale and trembling.

"Xavier said hed wait for me forever," she whispered to herself, loud enough for the porch mic to catch. "Why does it smell like something died in there?"

Then, she started gasping for air, clutching her stomach, brainwashing herself. "Its just the pregnancy. Its just me."

She was determined. Xavier had gone silent three years agono texts, no wire transfers, nothing. She assumed hed been locked away by his "bitter old wife."

Shed spent those three years going through grueling rounds of IVF with the samples hed frozen, desperate to produce an heir. Now, she was back to claim her throne. She believed that once Xavier saw his son, hed hand over the Ronald empire on a silver platter.

Hailey gritted her teeth, the veins in her neck bulging as she fought the urge to vomit again. She turned the key.

The door swung open. She stepped into the foyer and called out in a sing-song, sugary voice:

"Xavy! Come see your girl and your little prince!"

The moment she opened her mouth to speak, the concentrated, pressurized wall of death from inside the house rushed into her lungs.

"Oh godXavier! Gag"

I was laughing so hard in Italy that tears were streaming down my face.

On the screen, Haileys legs looked like overcooked noodles. She collapsed onto the porch, her face twisted in a mask of pure agony. She was clutching her belly, terrified for the baby, but she couldn't stay away. She crawled back a few feet, staring at the dark hallway of the house with a mix of longing and horror.

She scrambled for her phone and called me back, her voice a screeching wreck.

"You old hag! Where did you hide him? Where is Xavier?"

"Im carrying his child! You cant keep us apart anymore! Half of everything he owns belongs to my son!"

My fingers traced the lines of Lucas tattoos as I leaned back. "Hailey, honey, hes right there in the house. Didn't you see him?"

I couldn't help it. I let out a sharp, melodic laugh.

That sound was the breaking point for her. She started screaming into the receiver. "What are you laughing at? Youre a pathetic, discarded housewife! Just wait until I tell Xavier how youve treated me! Hes going to divorce you and leave you with nothing!"

"Go ahead," I said, my voice dripping with mock-sincerity. "Go tell him everything. Ask his family if you don't believe mehes been waiting in that house for you for a long, long time."

I hung up.

My daughter, Jade, walked into the room, adjusting her designer sunglasses. She looked at me with that sharp, teenage cynicism shed inherited from me. "When are we going back to deal with that bitch?"

"Language, Jade," I corrected her, though I wasn't really annoyed.

It was time to go home. I couldn't let the "true love" reunion happen without being there to witness the fallout. Xavier wanted me to "set them free."

Hailey could have her inheritance. She could have exactly what was left of hima three-year-old biological weapon.

I found out about the affair when I was three months pregnant with Jade. It was a difficult pregnancy; my stomach was a roadmap of bruises and needle marks from the hormone shots.

Xavier walked in on me one night while I was changing. He looked at my bruised, swollen skin and actually recoiled. He made a face of pure disgust.

"Kat, youre honestly repulsive," hed said.

He stopped coming home after that. I spent my entire pregnancy in a cold, quiet house. The day I went into labor, the headlines in New York were splashed with photos of him at a gala with a "young, mysterious muse."

After the birth, I tried to leave. I wanted a divorce, a clean break. But Xavier knew exactly how to hurt me. He knew my daughter was the only thing I had left.

"You can divorce me," hed told me, eyes cold as ice. "But youll leave the kid. Do you really think the courts will give a 'depressed, unstable' mother custody against a man with my resources?"

He didn't care about Jade. He just cared about his image. "Keep your mouth shut, play the part of the happy wife, and you get to keep your daughter. If you ever harass Hailey, Ill make sure you never see the girl again."

So, I checked out. For years, I treated him like he was already dead.

Maybe it was karma that his brain turned against him. He was diagnosed with stage four glioblastoma and spent his final months wasting away.

When his family came to visit him in the hospital, I played the grieving saint. The moment they left, I had the nurses wheel his bed into the hallway next to the public restrooms. He couldn't speak, couldn't complain. To the world, I was the devoted wife. To him, I was the last thing hed ever seea woman who no longer felt anything for him.

Before he died, he had one final "spark" of life. Hed crawled out of bed and somehow made it to that suburban house, hoping to find Hailey. But shed vanished the moment the money stopped flowing.

He died in that house, crying for her. His last words were a plea for me to "give her everything" if she ever returned.

I smiled at him as the light left his eyes. In his blurry vision, Im sure I looked like I was weeping.

"Ill make sure youre together forever," Id promised.

And I kept that promise. I let him stay right there, in their "love nest," waiting for his queen.

As for the money? Id moved every cent of the Ronald fortune into offshore accounts and trust funds for Jade years ago.

He died in the morning. By that afternoon, I was on a private jet to Europe, tasting salt and freedom for the first time in a decade.

To keep the companys stock from plummeting, I never officially announced Xaviers death. I told the board he was "recuperating in seclusion." Only a few close family members knew the truth.

Hailey had spent the last week digging, eventually confirming that Xavier was indeed at the house. She didn't notice the strange, pitying looks the neighbors gave her.

Under my strict instructions, nobody told her he was dead.

Hailey convinced herself that Xavier was waiting for her in their house of memories. Because shed been vomiting so much from the "smell," her doctor put her on bed rest, so she spent her days writing flowery, delusional letters to him and mailing them to the house. She wrote pages about how much she hated me and how he needed to "punish" me.

I had someone collect those letters and burn them over Xaviers remains. It felt poetic.

The day Hailey was cleared to leave the clinic was the day I landed back in the States.

She decided to make an event of it. She showed up at the house with a pack of tabloid reporters in tow, ready to "expose" my cruelty and claim her place as the true Mrs. Ronald.

The press followed her into the gated community, but as they got closer to the house, their faces began to pale.

Hailey kept gagging. She turned to a reporter from a major gossip site and gave a weak, practiced smile. "Excuse me. My pregnancy cravings are just... a bit intense today."

One of the younger cameramen looked around, squinting. "Is Mr. Ronald really in there?"

Hailey straightened her back, radiating false confidence. "Of course! This house was our private sanctuary. He built it for me." Gag.

A veteran journalist in the back had already figured it out. Hed covered crime scenes before. He quietly adjusted his body cam and pulled a mask out of his pocket. He recognized that smell. It wasn't "morning sickness." It was putrefaction.

He tried to probe. "Miss West, do you notice a... peculiar odor?"

Hailey was terrified the press would leave before she got her "big reveal." She forced herself to take a deep breath, her face turning a sickly shade of grey. "Odor? I don't smell anything. Youre just being dramatic."

We arrived at the porch. Hailey pulled a key from her designer bag. Just as she lined it up with the lock, I stepped out from behind a tree, wearing a high-grade charcoal mask.

"I wouldn't go in there if I were you," I called out. I stayed a good thirty feet away.

Hailey sneered at me. "Oh, look who it is. The old hag finally showed up to try and stop me."

I shook my head. "Is being a mistress an addiction for you? You couldn't get enough three years ago, and now youre trying to force a dead man to father your child? Youre really committed to the bit, aren't you?"

Hailey patted her stomach, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Watch your mouth. When Xavier sees me, Im going to have him destroy you. And that daughter of yours? Ill make sure he ships her off to some boarding school in the middle of nowhere."

She smiled, a sharp, ugly thing. "Her inheritance will be my sons welcome-to-the-world gift."

The reporters went silent. The cameras were rolling, catching every word.

I pressed my lips together, keeping my temper in check for the sake of the recording. "Fine. You want to go in? Don't say I didn't warn you."

"Xavier couldn't even close his eyes when he died because he was waiting for you. Go ahead. Be with him."

Hailey hesitated for a fraction of a second, a flicker of doubt crossing her eyes. But the thought of the Ronald billions was too strong. "Liars like you always try to play mind games. Im going in."

She turned the key. "Xavier told me if I ever got pregnant, hed give me the world! He only wanted my children. Not yours!"

I watched her silhouette disappear into the dark foyer.

The second the door closed behind her, her voice changed. "Xavy? Where are you? Your mean old wife is being so scary! I have our baby, and shes so jealous"

The voice cut off. A heartbeat later, a scream erupted from the housea sound of primal, bone-deep terror.