The Rise Of The Abandoned Son.

CHAPTER 1: AT THE FUNERAL.

"For crying out loud, can't you even pretend that we're okay, even at your aunt's funeral?" Trevor was frustrated, but he said those words biting down his lips, to not be audible before the already gazing onlookers.

She had already created a scene.

He couldn't believe that his wife, Elizabeth Smith, could embarrass him at such a place where everyone is to sober up and pay his last respect to the dead.

That didn't matter to her anyway.

She did what she did, embarrassing not just Trevor, but herself also. Folks close to them were used to her bickering, but to do so in front of total strangers, meant her disdain for her husband ran deep.

Embarrassed and frustrated, Trevor walked away from his wife going outside the front porch, he sat down, taking deep sigh as his head hung low.

'How could she have said she wished I was the one being buried.' He reminisced on what she said a while ago.

His heart ached, lost in his thoughts, as a hand was placed on his left shoulder. In fright, he snapped out of his wandering thoughts.

Before he could look, the person already bent low to sit beside him. It was his friend, Paul. "That was harsh of her to have said such. What a nerve!" Paul said, trying to console his friend, looking forward as though he stared at something.

Normally, Trevor would have tried defending her but this time, he was grieved. Trevor could still see folks mumbling words in whispers, as they turned in his direction, throwing glances at him. He knew that they were talking about him.

'What were they saying?' He thought to himself.

"Are you sure you want to be here now?" Paul asked Trevor, this time looking at him.

"I'll stay a bit," Trevor replied.

A waiter passed by them, and Paul signaled him with a finger, beckoning on him to give them a glass of wine each. Paul smiled in appreciation to the waiter as he took the glasses of wine, offering Trevor one of it. But he declined.

"Hey, they say 'A merry heart does good like medicine', so you better take this drink." Paul said trying to cheer Trevor up.

"We're at a funeral. There's no reason to be merry." Trevor said, still refusing to take the drink.

"Dude, take this drink." Paul insisted.

Nonchalantly, Trevor accepted the drink, gulping it down like a man parched with thirst, wandering the desert.

"How did we get this way? We used to be together. What happened to us Paul, what happened?" Trevor tried holding back his tears from rolling down his surprisingly smooth skin. He didn't want to further prove to folks that he was a sissy. He took a deep breath, holding in the tears.

"I don't know Trev. Stuff like this happens at some point in our life." Paul spoke incoherently, he didn't know what to say or how to console the distraught heart of his friend. What he said really didn't matter to Trevor, just his support by being present with him was all he needed.

"Uncle Trevor." A little girl ran towards him gleaning with excitement, and fell into his bosom. It was Paul's daughter, Michelle.

"Hey sweetie. Where have you been?" Trevor asked. She was indeed a sight for sore eyes.

"I was with mom, then I went play with the other kids." Michelle replied, childishly in his arms. But then, isn't she just a child being a child?

Michelle's innocence was just so pure, and it made Trevor wish that life could just be so simple. He found temporal solace in the presence of the little girl, and the distraction she afforded him.

Standing up from his seated position, he took her up in his arms and walked in to the house. The burial had already been done, so everyone were at liberty to help themselves to a buffet of meal prepared by caterers. Getting to where the food was placed, he placed her gently on the floor to stand by herself, as he helped himself to some meal, and so did Michelle.

Paul joined them, as he also served himself. "Where's your mom?" He asked his daughter concerned that she may not have eaten yet.

"I don't know where she is." Michelle said munching on her meal.

"Let me go find her." He left Trevor and his daughter in search of his wife.

From a corner, Elizabeth saw Trevor with Michelle. She was envious of the genuine smile and happiness he expressed, playfully feeding and being fed by the little girl. That sight made her think.

'This is what I always wanted.' She snapped out of her thought and continued conversing with her relatives, the children of her deceased aunt.

"What is he still doing here? I thought he left already when he walked away from you." Mrs. Smith, Elizabeth's mother said with disdain that was noticeable by those who beheld her countenance.

"I don't know mum." Elizabeth said rolling her eyes, shrugging it off as though Trevor wasn't worth talking about.

"A mistake for a husband, that's what he is. I can't believe you ever saw anything good in him." Mrs. Smith snarled frowningly. If it was up to her, she'd have him kicked out that vicinity. She loathed him, maybe even more than her daughter.

Trevor raised his head looking sideways, as he locked gaze with Mrs. Smith. He smiled at her in salutation, but she made no gesture in acknowledgement. All he saw was the disdain. He shrugged it off thinking, 'Oh well, it is what it is.'

Mrs. Smith elegantly walked gracefully towards Trevor, putting on a smile as she greeted folks who were offering their condolences for her loss. She was always good at putting up a good act when necessary, as occasion demanded.

"So, you're still around? I thought you wouldn't come in the first place." Mrs. Smith said looking away, still smiling and waving at folks who looked her way. Trevor remained silent. "I guess since you're jobless and have nothing doing, you could make it." This she said looking straight at him, smiling though, but it was still her acting skills playing out, masking the true disdain deep within her for her son in-law, Trevor.

"Mrs. Smith, I am here out of respect for your sister, Sally." Trevor said calmly as he sent Michelle away, so as not to be witness anything foul, in case it did.

"Don't you dare say that name!" She said sternly this time, after already landing a slap on his cheek, unable to contain her displeasure. "You think I don't remember how you hated her? What respect do you have for her? You're just here to rub it off on her one final time."

The room got awfully quiet. She was already creating a scene.

Trevor was in shock, and at the same time further embarrassed. The little moment of solace Michelle afforded him was whisked away.

"Ma'am, I have never hated your sister. We may not have seen eye to eye and had our differences, but I never hated her." Trevor said in his defense. But Mrs. Smith laughed hysterically to mock Trevor.

"I wish it was you being buried today." Mrs. Smith reiterated what her daughter had said to Trevor.

Hurt deeply at that statement, Trevor stormed out of the house. That was the last straw. He had had enough of the embarrassment. Elizabeth just stood there watching him walk out of the house. Visitors who hadn't seen them since their wedding day were thrown aback, and they were left to wonder what the hell was going on.

"Trevor. Hey buddy, wait up." Paul ran up to Trevor who was already by the road, headed down the street.

Trevor couldn't tell what he felt. He was angry, heart broken, embarrassed. He couldn't even say what ailed him. He just knew he had to skedaddle, leaving that place. It was a place of mourning, but it seems his pain ran deeper than they who actually lost someone.

"Trevor, where are going?" Paul asked as he caught up with Trevor.

"Anywhere but here." Trevor said angrily, as he kept walking briskly.

Paul stood in front of him, blocking his way, "Trev, I know you're hurt, but I don't want you to do something irrational."

"In all your years of knowing me, growing up as kids, have I ever been one who had outbursts of rage?" Trevor said taking in a deep breath, looking intently at his friend, trying not to transfer aggression to his friend.

"I know you don't, bu- "

"I just want to be left alone." Trevor interrupted.

"Alright buddy. So where will you go to?" Paul asked really concerned.

"I just need to get out of here." Trevor said walking away from Paul, and everyone.

Paul walked back to the house fuming. He got his daughter and wife and left the house. Elizabeth and her mother went on as though there had not been an altercation between them and Trevor. Paul looked at them on his way out, and shook his head frowning in utter disappointment at them.

Grabbing a glass of wine, Mrs. Smith walked up to her daughter, Elizabeth. "Good riddance." She smiled at her daughter, as they both toasted, Elizabeth smiling back at her mother.

CHAPTER 2: SUSPICIONS.

Trevor returned home by 8pm that night, having taken a walk to the beach as he did always, to clear his head of the humiliation he suffered at the funeral. This wasn't the first though, but it was the first time it happened so publicly. The beach was where he could vent out his frustrations and troubles. Sure enough, going there proved effective.

Getting home, he found that the door was unlocked, was no one in the living room, and everything still looked kept and in their rightful position.

'Obviously, it wasn't long Elizabeth returned.' Trevor thought to himself, frowning.

He walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge and just stared into the almost empty fridge. Closing it, he sat down on the stool set beside the granite island in the middle of the kitchen.

All day he hadn't eaten anything meal substantial enough. All he ate was what was the buffet made available by the caterers. And now, he was hungry. He chose not to leave the house that night to get something to eat.

"I'm not going die if I don't eat." He mumbled inaudibly.

Then he walked up the stairs but halted when he got to the door of the bedroom. He stretched out his hand to grip the door knob and turn it open to enter in, but froze.

He heard the shower running. Obviously, Elizabeth was freshening up. She always tried to keep her body clean, especially after having such a long day. Trevor needed to take a shower too, but he didn't want to see his wife. He couldn't tell if his wife would go another spree of dehumanizing insults.

To save himself such trouble, he refrained from entering his bedroom, going downstairs to the living room. He smelled awful, but he'd rather smell so than go through such an experience. This was such a sorry situation.

He turned on the TV, tuning to a sports channel, just to preoccupy his mind. Minutes later, he was startled when he heard, "Go take a shower! Gosh, you look awful." Elizabeth scoffed, not because she really cared for his wellbeing, but because she felt irritated. He was irritating enough to her, just being him.

"Yeah... I'll, I'll do that." Trevor muttered incoherently.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, looking away as she headed to the kitchen, opening a cabinet to get a snack, Pringles, to snack on before bed.

Trevor dashed to the bedroom, pulling his clothes he realized how indeed he smelled awful. Then he got into the shower and had a warm bath, just standing as the water ran down his face to his feet.

Returning to the living room, with the snack in one hand, Elizabeth sat on a different couch from the 3 seater couch Trevor was on.

"Pathetic." She scoffed in disdain, changing the channel to something else which she fancied.

Finishing up from the shower, Trevor got into something more comfortable, his pyjamas, and rolled into bed. Although hungry, the warmth from the duvet and comfort from the bed abated that feeling, drifting him to sleep. Moments later, not totally unconscious, he felt something creeping on his body.

Not long after, tingling sensations ran through Trevor's body like electricity, which startled him, causing him to jerk back to full consciousness.

"What the hell!" He shove whatever that was in fright, but it was Elizabeth's cold hands.

"Shh! It's me." Elizabeth ran her cold hands underneath Trevor's pyjamas, from his hairy chest and was headed down reaching for his male member.

'How can she treat me like trash during the day and at night, have the courage to come at me for sex?' Trevor thought perplexedly, but it had been a while since he enjoyed such from her, or anyone else. So he shoved aside his thoughts and went with the flow.

Seeing how Trevor eased up, Elizabeth had more boldness to proceed. She was horny, and needed a way to quench her desire. All this wasn't for the sake of Trevor, and he knew it, but oh well, he also needed this. He laid there as Elizabeth got on top of him straddling herself, bending her head, she kissed him, moaning passionately.

She didn't pull off Trevor's shirt, she went straight for his pants, pulling ripping it off of him like a voracious carnivore, pouncing on him again as she straddled on him. She liked being dominant, but Trevor couldn't care less at this point. She pulled off her light grey shirt exposing her perky breasts, giving Trevor a wonderful sight to behold.

Taking Trevor's male member with her left hand, she guided it, gently thrusting it into her vagina, making her moan again in pleasure. She began bouncing slowly and increased her pace.

"Yeah. Right there. Right there!" She moaned in pleasure.

Trevor enjoyed the ride, fondling her breasts with both hands, moaning in pleasure as well.

"Uh-huh. Yeah baby. Give it to me Frank." Elizabeth said, enjoying every bit of what was happening.

'Frank? I'm not Frank! So who the heck is that?' Trevor wondered in his thoughts disconnecting him momentarily from the mutual flow and rhythm with his wife, by the mention of that name. As always, he shoved the thought aside and got back into ecstasy of the moment.

Five minutes into the sex, they both climaxed together, moaning out loud in unison, as Elizabeth fell on him out of exhaustion. It had been as though they ran a marathon, both of them sweating on that cold night. She kissed him rolling over to her side of the bed, the left side, taking in a deep breath, letting out her exhaustion.

"Gosh, I needed this." Elizabeth said, smiling at Trevor who just stared at her, barely blinking, as though he had never seen her before.

A new ray of hope shone from within him, he saw possibility of rekindling the love they used to have in their marriage. He just laid there wishing that the moment would last forever.

Elizabeth laid on her side as Trevor wrapped his arms around her from behind, as they both drifted to sleep.

By the next morning, Elizabeth woke up, opening her eyes to see Trevor already awake, watching her sleep.

"What are you staring?" She questioned in a soft tone of voice, feeling awkward at his gaze.

"I've missed you." Trevor said with puppy dog eyes. She could see the love in his eyes, what happened the previous night didn't mean anything to her, but it meant a lot to Trevor.

She gracefully got out of bed, wrapping herself with her pyjamas as she walked to the bathroom. She left Trevor in bed without replying him. He should have felt bad, but he was still hopeful, thinking to himself, 'We're off to a good start.' How naive he was.

While in the bathroom, Elizabeth's phone rang. It's was set on silent mode so it only vibrated, and she couldn't hear it from way over there in the bathroom. Turning aside to look at the phone he saw the caller's name, it was Frank, and that struck a chord in him.

CHAPTER 3: WHO'S FRANK?

'Was that not the name she called out last night?' Trevor reminisced, causing his optimism for a possible reconciliation with his wife to deflate like a punctured balloon.

'Is she cheating on me?' Trevor pondered, as his countenance soured, almost feeling betrayed. He shrugged it off, 'Until caught red handed, I'm not going to imagine the worse.' He tried his best to remain positive, but still, his suspicions were raised.

Coming out of the bathroom, Elizabeth went ahead to apply her skin care products, and lightly applied some make up.

"Going somewhere?" Trevor baffled at why she applied the make up, though lightly. "Yeah, I need to get something from the store, meet up with Mom and Dad and then go see the family of aunt Sally.

"That's quite a schedule for one day. You need me to accompany you?" Trevor asked, already knowing what her answer would be, but he was just being a gentleman.

"Nah. I'm good." She replied abruptly, turning her face from Trevor who was still in bed.

"So, no breakfast?" Trevor asked as he got out of bed, making the bed, but he didn't look at Elizabeth.

She turned a cold shoulders at his question, as though no one had talked.

Trevor chuckled softly, barely audible, as he kept on making the bed. The real Elizabeth began re-emerging, to Trevor's dismay.

Elizabeth got her hand bag and left the house without saying goodbye. Trevor didn't believe the tale of her schedule.

'It was no coincidence that last night she called Frank instead of mine. And it wasn't a coincidence that he called this morning either. She must be going to meet up with him.' Trevor pondered inwardly as he wrapped up making his bed.

Every fiber in his bone urged him to go spy on her, but he refrained from acting on it. A different idea popped up in his head, as he smiled wickedly, like an evil genius. Although he now has some suspicions, he really hoped it'd be debunked.

He took his bath as well, dressing casually with just a grey t-shirt and a blue jean pair of pants, accompanied with a white sneakers. Just when he was done dressing up, he got a call from Paul "Hey Trevor. How's it going?"

"Never been better." Trevor answered elatedly.

"I see you're in good spirits." Paul replied, still unsure of Trevor's claim. "Where are you at?" Paul further enquired.

"I am home. Just had my bath and wanted to go get something to eat." Trevor said, sitting by the edge of his bed.

"Great. Why don't you come on over to my place and we'll have breakfast together. My wife made those delicious pancakes of her's, just the way you like it." Paul offered Trevor, knowing he may not have enough money to spend out there getting something reasonable to eat.

"Alright, I'll head over now. Thanks buddy." Trevor gladly accepted.

It was just a 10 minute commute from Trevor's place of residence to Paul place of residence.

"Uncle Trevor". Michelle, Paul's daughter, ran jubilantly, embracing Trevor right at the entrance of the house. He had just arrived on time, although they purposely delayed breakfast for a bit for the sake of Trevor.

He greeted Paul's wife, taking a seat at the table, as they all said grace, and began digging in. "Mmm mmm mmm. Now this is one tasty pancake." Trevor praised Paul's wife.

"Am glad you like it." She replied smiling. When they were done having breakfast, Michelle and her mother cleared the table.

Trevor and Paul went to the living room.

"So, where did you go?" Trevor wanted to kill his curiosity.

"Really Paul? You can't guess the most probable place I'd go to during such a time?" Trevor said, almost disappointed at Paul.

"Come on Trev. I just wanted to be sure. I know you'd have most likely gone to the beach." Paul said in defense.

"So did you spend the night at home?" He still asked Trevor.

"Of course I did." Trevor frowned a bit.

"Alright Trev, I am just being concerned for you." Paul tried to alleviate his friend's displeasure.

"I know." Trevor said softly. "But anyway, something happened last night."

Paul's attention was pricked. "What is it?"

"Elizabeth and I had sex last night." Paul raised his eyebrows in surprise and confusion. "How in the world did that happen, seeing the events that transpired between the both of you yesterday? What a nerve."

"But she's the one who made the move on me." Trevor continued. "But something else happened."

"Dude, am all ears." Paul's interest was further pricked. "We had sex, she called out a name, Frank. It got me thinking, but I shrugged off the thought, just assuming it was a slip of tongue. But this morning, she got a call. Guess who called?"

"Frank?" Paul replied, a bit unsure, squinting his eyes.

"Yep. Frank." Trevor confirmed.

"Damn Trev! Does this mean she's having an affair?" Paul said disappointed, but within him, he wasn't so surprised. He only felt bad for his friend.

"Well, that's what I've got to find out." Trevor frowned, with a gloomy demeanor.

"So what do you plan to do?" Paul looked intently at Trevor.

Trevor humphed, softly stroking his beard. "I wouldn't want to raise suspicion, so stalking her is out of the question, or should I?" Trevor contemplated. "No, I won't." He refused, choosing to act on his previous idea.

"So, if you're choosing not to stalk her, how are you going to find out about her possible infidelity? How do you intend to pull this off?" Paul adjusted himself, scooching into his couch to get more comfortable.

"I'll pretend to leave town, fabricating a lie that I was called for an out of state job, with Mr Greasly, and would be gone for two to three days as the case may be, but I'll just be staying at your place. But I'll place hidden cameras at strategic places in the bedroom and living room. If she's cheating on me, she won't resist inviting Frank, or whoever that is, over." Trevor leaned into the couch he sat on, feeling confident about his plan.