Gary's Legendary Return

It was 8pm at the famous PrimeStar hotel. Gary Carter held on to two weighted middle sized traveling boxes, each on both sides while he tugged behind a prominent figure who had come to lodge in the hotel.

With the weight of the luggages, and the distance at which he had covered from the ground floor to the fourth floor, he had high expectations to be compensated.

Whereas, attending to this guest was an overtime job which his boss had forced him to attend to.

"What the heck!" Gary yelled out and whined when the ache of lifting those heavy bags traveled across his shoulders.

He spent a few moments trying to recover himself, as he had been on track since morning. Even his boss, the head of the porter department, never allowed him to have lunch.

"Argh!" He whined once more when he felt the sting.

"It was useless carrying those bags in the first place."

As realization dawned on him that nobody was coming to compensate him, painstakingly he turned around, while he held onto his shoulders.

"I think I need to appeal to Sandra to help with a massage tonight… Arrgh!" He whined bitterly.

"Hey, Kyle just go get the drinks ok.. And be back for more treats…" At the sound of that familiar voice, he paused.

'It definitely can't be, it's just an illusion." Gary encouraged himself, took two more steps further.

"Kyle stop, that tickle, just go now…" the voice continued. This second time, Gary was sure that it was never his thoughts playing pranks on him.

He hurriedly turned around, walked a bit further… his heart ached immediately at the scene he beheld.

"Sandra!" His wife was dressed in a large pink towel, her hair was roughed like she just got out of bed.

That wasn't enough, a middle aged man who seemed to be a little older than Gary, clutched tight to her waist.

His pupils constricted, while he fought back tears. One minute after he got out of shock, he managed to ask.

"Gary, you know nothing." Sandra couldn't help but roll an eye.

"You think like a toddler. Kyle here, is the heir to Loshan Corporations, ranked second in the country. He offered to give me a job, and of course I'm currently undergoing an interview."

It pained Gary to see her tell a straightforward lie. Which sane married woman would ever have an interview with a man in a hotel, even half naked!

They had been married for two years, but Sandra had never allowed him to dry her hair, not to talk or lay a finger at the hem of her dress.

Whenever he attempted making advances, he either got a resounding slap from her, or he ended up sleeping in the cold atmosphere or on the cold floor.

The Larsons, Sandra's family were no exception either.

"Sandra, this is unfair and you know it." He responded helplessly.

Wiped the tear revealed at the corner of his eye. "Sandra, I know you were deceived by the man, let's go home," he stretched to reach for her hand but he got something different.

Kyle heavily yanked his hand off, and he staggered. "Hey, who do you think you are? Didn't you hear what she said!"

To make things worse, Kyle brushed through Sandra's hair. "I wonder how a beauty like her, got married to a useless good for nothing like you, it's a total waste….she's supposed to be seen with people like me, who is capable of paying her bills. Right Sandra!"

Kyle lifted her chin for confirmation. "Yea baby, give me a kiss."

Right before Gary, Sandra shared a deep kiss with a stranger who was halfway pulling up his pants.

At a fist, Kyle ended up throwing Gary to the tiled floor, that his whole body felt disjointed in a second. Gary's vision blurred at first as a result of the fall, and he almost gave up living again.

A vicious smirk was plastered across Kyle's face. "That's just a tip of the iceberg, good for nothing loser. Scram now! Or I call security."

For the last time, Gary stole a glance at Sandra, and he was disappointed to find her chuckling like he never existed.

Tears were obviously far from his eyes as the whole world seemed to crash down on him alone. He heard people find solace in their marriages, but this was quite different, life had been hell for him.

Just to make sure he satisfies his wife, at times he took extra jobs to earn more.

Coldly and painfully, he turned away and staggered towards the elevator on the right.

His body ached more than ever. In this state, he inwardly vowed to divorce Sandra the following day.

As the elevator closed to his face, he vowed to make sure she regretted ever choosing another man over him.

Before he could flag down a taxi, his phone chimed, he refused picking on several notes.

At the fourteenth time the phone rang. Angrily, he pulled it out of his pocket, but unfortunately due to his fall, the screen got broken. Hence, made it difficult to see through for the caller's identity.

"Who in the world calls another at a late hour?! Are you so…" "Your grandfather said it's time to return home."