A Son's Lost Honor
Mitch Wilder's quest to get his wife back turns into an obsession. He becomes desperate when more of his lies are unveiled. When he catches Claire with her lover, Mitch becomes violent. And the only way he's stopped...is with a bullet.
Claire Lester-Wilder was Bob Marshall's first wife. And for twenty years he's hidden his real feelings for her. But when he sees her likeness in a magazine, old memories surface. He risks his own marriage with Sue and the wrath of Mitch Wilder to get Claire back.
When Darren Hoffman tells his drunken father where to find his wife, he’s unprepared for the backlash it causes. Things go from bad to worse after he’s seduced by a hooker. Darren fears he may lose his wife over it.
A Sneak Peek
Snow was coming down hard and fast when Mitch Wilder looked up at the building on Dundas Street in London, Ontario. Glad his so-called wife wasn't with him. She threatened to handcuff him and drag him to the psychiatrist's if he didn't go this time. He finally gave in when he realized he couldn't put it off any longer. If he didn't get help now, he might succeed the next time he tried to commit suicide.
He couldn't pinpoint when depression took over his mind, his body...his life. All he knew was, he hit bottom when Claire left him just before Christmas in '67. They'd only been married for two months. He’d been in love with her all his life, still loved her. Mitch let out a snort as he closed the door on his pickup truck. One of the reasons he married her, was to keep his stepbrother away from her. That's when he tried to kill himself the first time, when she moved in with Tom. The second time was when Tom caught him with one of his mistresses.
His fault, Mitch knew, it was always his fault. If only he could keep his pecker in his pants, Claire would still be with him. He tried to live life normally after she left him, but he now knew he couldn't keep up with his lifestyle, anymore. Things were beginning to fall apart around him.
He needed to get better, and it was only the first thing that needed to be done. Mitch wanted to get some semblance of his life together for his son, Darren's, wedding next summer. His son's, not Claire's. A son he fathered with one of Claire's best friends, Kathy Hoffman, who had been dead for fifteen years.
He thought about last weekend. He spent it with Claire. It was his attempt to get her back. She still wouldn't let him move in with her, even after they'd stayed most of the time in bed. “Don't think about her now,” he admonished himself. Because, every time he did, he'd get a hard-on. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever met, and had the perfect body, so sensual, so tantalizing, and so many curves. She was the one who grabbed him by the heart so strongly that it choked him.
Mitch willed his mind to concentrate on mundane things as he walked across the icy parking lot, so his own body could cool down. He pulled a piece of paper out of his coat pocket and checked the address one last time. The two-story building at the back of the lot was all windows. Mitch sighed before he pushed open the glass door and walked into the lobby. After he checked the list of names on the wall, he headed down the hall to his right. He stepped into a waiting area and gave the receptionist there his name.
“The doctor will be right with you, Mr. Wilder,” she said, after he filled out a bunch of forms.
While he waited, he picked up a magazine and noticed last Friday's date on the cover. October 24th, 1969. It was only ten minutes later when he was ushered into the room. It surprised him that the doctor was female, that his estranged wife would even consider making him an appointment with a woman. Especially with a long-legged gorgeous brunette. The doctor asked him all kinds of questions, examined him and gave him another prescription to take with the Paxil he was already on. Dr. Marsh refused to up the dosage on the antidepressants for him anymore.
He left the building at five-fifteen, drove a few blocks north onto Oxford Street and turned left. There, he pulled into a driveway of a two-story red brick house and turned off the ignition in his pickup truck. Inside this house was only one of the reasons why his wife left him.
Mitch spent the weekend in London with Linda, who stuck with him for over twenty years. She almost left him when he married Claire. The only reason she stayed was because he told her that Claire's mother was on her deathbed and that her only daughter was to inherit a lot of money. Mitch was to wheedle that money away from her. He and Linda were supposed to go to Hawaii then. Except, Claire's mother had been dead for ages. It was easy to lie to Linda, because he only saw her once or twice a month.
And nobody knew about her until Claire caught him with her. He remembered the day when Claire walked into her kitchen and found Linda there, wearing one of his shirts, and nothing else. He ran out of the bedroom with only his briefs on after Linda screamed. She dropped two cups of hot coffee on the floor, which splattered all over her legs. She still had scars on them from being scalded. Claire keyed Linda's little red 1968 MGB. He paid to have it re-painted.
Linda was perfect for him. She didn't demand anything from him because she knew he couldn't deliver any more than he had. Except more of his time. As far as Mitch could tell, he was the only one she saw. She was in love with him, he knew; although she would never admit it. He preferred that. He didn't want confessions of love. Mitch watched her sleep in the wee hours of the morning and brushed her auburn hair from her face. She snuggled in closer.
He thought about all the lies he'd told in his life. The people in his hometown didn't even know half of his story. That's why he would disappear for years on end. When he married Claire, he thought he'd be able to settle down. Keeping her away from Tom wasn't the only reason he married her. Claire was the love of his life. It seemed to him that no matter who he was with, he couldn't get her off his mind.
Mitch sighed and rolled over to face the wall. Claire ended up with Tom anyway. She moved out on Tom after she found out his secret and Mitch wanted her back. A tear slid down Mitch's face. She still didn't want him, not permanently. He didn't blame her. She knew he would never settle down. Why would she take him back when had a different woman every night?