The Dead Don't Bleed: Part 2, The Aftermath Read Online Free PDF Page A

actually been happy. With control over his finances and a prenuptial agreement tucked safely away in a safety deposit box somewhere, she dropped the hammer on him. He was ordered, not asked or gently prodded, directly told by his new wife, that he was to fire the office manager at his office. A very effective and nice older woman who Doug had worked well with for a number of years. He was to fire her and immediately hire Emily's sister as her replacement at a much higher salary. That incident was quickly followed by a house hunting adventure. She knew in advance of their marriage exactly where she wanted to live, the type of neighborhood and house she wanted to live in as well as a long list of country clubs, social groups and community fund raising excursions that she insisted in being prominently associated with. He caved in to each and every demand, not out of love for his new wife, but out of genuine fear from the woman and her family.
    His only real dealings with Emily's brood came from the time he had spent with them prepping her sister for surgery. He had drawn the conclusion that while they were not wealthy or well to do, they presented themselves as being from the upper end of the middle class. That impression was far from the truth he later learned. Her entire family was nothing but white trash, grifters and con artists. Once Emily had her hooks into his finances she opened the gates for the rest of her clan to share in her new found wealth. Before he knew it they had paid just over a million dollars for an estate in a well-established gated community deep in a wooded neighborhood of Great Falls and Emily's family had their own keys to the house at Emily's insistence and came and went as they pleased. It was not at all uncommon for Doug to finally make it home after a long day of work and fighting almost two hours of traffic to find Emily’s mother and her latest boyfriend already well into their fourth or fifth six pack of beer and camped out in his living room for the night. He had even had the unfortunate experience of walking into his own house one evening to find Emily's mother kneeling before one of these men in his kitchen and orally servicing him while the guy rummaged through his refrigerator helping himself to food and drink.
    Doug was miserable in the marriage right from the start. Emily's entire demeanor towards him changed from the sweet and carrying girl she pretended to be when they were dating, to an outright miserable tyrant who made it clear that her feelings for him centered on his money much more than his heart. She allowed him to have sex with her only on rare occasions, and usually when she was drunk and could find no one else to take care of her needs. To add further insult to injury, within a year of their marriage she started packing on the pounds, not a few here and there but a truck load all at once. Doug had considered divorce more times that he could count. He had even confided his woes in a fellow doctor with an office next to his who he would sometimes meet for lunch and the occasional round of weekend golf, if Emily allowed it. His friend had hooked him up with a divorce lawyer and Doug had secretly gone in for a consultation. When Doug had presented the lawyer with a copy of the prenup he had signed, the man had read it, put it down and simply shook his head. That document amounted to giving Emily a license to do just about anything she wanted. She could screw a dozen men and a couple zoo animals in their living room with him watching if she cared to. If he tried to dissolve the marriage under any circumstance, she would walk away with more than half of his estate. The lawyer went on to explain that even though not expressly covered in the document, under Virginia law there was also a very good chance that she would also get the house and any legal bills she racked up taking it through the courts would likely become his responsibility as well. He had seen cases similar to what Doug