Betrayal
Chapter Three
Chris walked into his and Ezra's house at nine that night. He had been the last
one to leave the office, because he had been finishing up some paperwork. He
sighed as he flopped down onto the couch. He couldn't believe that he had
screwed up so bad! He still had no clue what to do. Tell Ezra and hope to God
that he forgave him? Or, keep quiet and hope the whole thing disappeared? He'd
had a headache all day and it didn't seem to be willing to go away any time
soon. He was rubbing his temples with his fingertips, when the doorbell rang.
"Great," he mumbled as he pulled himself up and walked to the door. Looking
through the peephole, he saw Mary Travis standing there. 'What the hell does she
want?' he asked himself. He thought about just ignoring her, but his curiosity
got the best of him and he opened the door.
"What?" he curtly asked.
Mary raised her eyebrows at his tone and asked, "Can I come in? I just wanted to
talk to you."
He stepped back, to allow her entrance into the house, and shut the door. When
they were facing each other again, he said, "So, talk."
"I wanted to talk to you about what happened the other night."
Chris gritted his teeth and said, "I already told you, Mary, that was a mistake.
It won't happen again. I love Ezra and only Ezra."
Mary's eyes flashed in anger and she spat out, "Why? Why do you love him? He's a
man! Chris, you were once married for Godsakes!"
"I know that, Mary. And, I loved Sarah with all of my heart. But, she's been
dead for five years and I think that she would want me to move on. And, I have.
With Ezra."
Mary shook her head, "I seriously doubt that she would've wanted you to move on
with another man, Chris!"
"I really don't think she minds. I think she would've loved Ezra and that she
only wants me happy."
"Why can't you be happy with me, Chris? I've wanted you since I met you."
Chris sighed in frustration and said, "Mary, I don't love you and I don't want
you. Now, please leave. Besides, shouldn't you be at home taking care of your
son?"
Mary narrowed her eyes and said, "Fine. I'll leave. But, I don't think that Ezra
will enjoy knowing what happened between us, will he?"
"What are you talking about, Mary?"
Mary shrugged, "I'm sure I can find out where Ezra is. I am a reporter after
all."
"You can't do that! You would ruin his cover and he could get killed!" shouted
an enraged Chris.
Mary raised an eloquent eyebrow and replied, "Then I suggest you make me happy."