Tom and Rebecca are a young couple, married barely by one month. The two of them have dated each other for almost one year, before deciding to commit themselves in marriage. During the honeymoon, they both enjoyed each other, during the day and the nights, but over them was looming the shadow of the return to their normal lives, with work, reduced time and stress inducing situations.
Still, they both promised each other that everything would be fine and they would be faithful to each other.
A couple of months later, they’re both living in the same apartment on the outskirts of Los Angeles, a nice flat that Rebecca had bought in the past, when she had finally landed a big contract for a four star restaurant, in which she had been complimented countless times for her wonderful job. Tom, instead, had been focusing on targeting mainly over the average people, finally managing to land a private contract with the wife of a rich entrepreneur in the Oil & Gas field.
Everything seemed out of a fairy tale for the two of them but, reality often is very different from stories…
It was Monday evening, two months past their honeymoon, both Tom and Rebecca had been living together and working in their respective field without many issues. Until the last two weeks, at least.
In this last period, Rebecca noticed that at the start of the week, when she had her rest day from her job, Tom had been constantly busy with his client, staying away all day long while letting her know that his presence had been requested by his client for an intensive training. At first, Rebecca, wished him luck and thought nothing of it. But as time went on and Tom’s presence in the household seemed to be always scarce when she was in, Rebecca began to suspect something. Although she did want to have faith in him, she still began to have doubts.
As days passed her doubts, began to be suspicions, until she knew she was being betrayed.
At first, albeit she had often asked Tom about who his Client was, he always seemed reticent, often saying that he couldn’t divulge personal information about his clients. And yet, she had found him, one day, talking about it with a friend of his about this bombshell vixen that he was working for lately.
First bell of alarm.
Then there were the always constant extra hours he performed for the Client, especially in the evening until late hours in the morning. Second bell of alarm.
Finally, what sent Rebecca over the edge. Just the other day she had found in his clothes bag, an expensive looking tie, with a kiss made over it with lipstick.
That finding sent her in a rage.
At first, she wanted to break everything, cry over everything and then run away from that house. But as the rage calmed down and she began to think more clearly, she realized that there was something else she could do to get her revenge on the cheating skunk. By her knowledge of food, spices and herbal usage in a kitchen, she had often been complimented for managing to create dishes that, at times, could put a smile on even the worst critics. Now, all she had to do was use her skills against her cheating husband.
‘After all, with my job as a Chef, I earn more than enough to live a decent life, and Tom could afford to just stay at home and maintain it.’
Still, she had the problem that he didn’t seem to be available when she was out of her kitchen. Yet, she decided to let it be, for now. She would just prepare their meals as she had always done, leaving them in the fridge for him to have when she wasn’t home. Smiling sinisterly Rebecca began to lay down her work.
Tom knew he was working too much but Ms. Thompson, her current client, seemed to have an endless amount of energies. No matter how hard he worked her out in the gym, she always returned ready for more on the following day, if not the same evening. In truth, as much as he loved getting enough cash to almost be on the same level of Rebecca, he was getting pretty tired of following the young trophy wife. Because that she was, he had no doubt in that. And although she often teased him or made sexual allusions in regard to the two of them, he always refused. He loved his wife, Rebecca, and did not want to hurt her by betraying her for a temporary fling.
Still, he couldn’t openly refuse, since he was afraid of losing this one chance he had of making a name for himself within the people of a certain, way above the average, status. He wanted to finally enter in the big league, so that he could finally be the one taking care of Rebecca, and not the other way around.
As much as he loved her and felt grateful of having found such a beautiful, supportive and caring girl to call his own, he still resented a bit the fact that she was the main influence in keeping them afloat, month after month. Due to that resentment, he was ready to do everything he could to grant her the better lifestyle she so deserved.
‘After all, if I manage to land a contract with someone famous, I’ll be earning a ton of money and she can finally leave that kitchen and stay home all day to rest on her feet.’
Tom, so, decided to sacrifice a bit more of his free time with the tangible hope of finally making it into the big league. The only point he found himself weak to was actually the dietary advices. In all honesty he had always issues regarding that, since various people had so many different lifestyles, he simply didn’t feel confident, or knowledgeable enough, in giving the proper suggestion. Luckily for him, Rebecca was much more analytical from this point of view.
She had always helped him to analyze and provide the proper diet to selected training courses, and he loved her even more for this supportive side of her.
After most of the morning passed away in her kitchen, Rebecca had now a general idea on how to bring forward her plan to exact revenge from Tom. She had slaved away all morn, trying countless recipes, mixing in various ingredients and spices, trying to have in her hands the final weapon that she could use against him.
It was true that he knew his proper diet, but she often had surprised him by showing that by using a different spice or herb, he could obtain the same result with less expenses. And now, she had within her hands a concoction she could use against him. Naturally it wasn’t going to work overnight but, it was a start. As she patiently waited for the mix to be ready, she tried to imagine the various cases where she could use it and how it would affect him.
For sure, since it was a concoction of different spices and herbs, which she mixed to weaken as much as possible taste and smell, she could use it with dishes with a strong taste or a distinctive odor. Surely she couldn’t use it much on delicate plates as fish or salads. But since Tom often consumed proteins and carbs, in moderate quantities, she was fairly sure that she could use several times a week. If everything had been done correctly, the current mix was going to slowly reduce his metabolism while also instill in him a bit of lethargy and a small increase in hunger.
Overall, she could potentially leave it at that but, that would take way too much time to have her revenge. Instead, if she properly balanced the various ingredients, she could obtain a wide range of effects, from powering up one of the main aspects of the mix or even cause some mild counter effects, such as gassiness, sweating, and so many others. To be sure, as soon as the mix was ready, she had a bit of a taste. As she tried to lick away at a few grains on the point of her finger, her trained taste buds detected some faint traces of the ingredients she had used.
But she was sure that Tom wasn’t going to notice.
As the day progressed, she carried out her plan, preparing each and every meal for the week, while adding to them the mix she prepared. Labeling them into Tupperware containers for Tom, she grinned wildly thinking on how much he would change with a full week of taking her Mix, which she lovingly called ‘Lover’s bane’.
In the following days, Tom and Rebecca barely saw each other, one busy as she was in the kitchen of a restaurant, the other trying his hardest to land the dream job he so aspired to. Still, as the week passed, something changed within their lives.
Tom kept on with his routine of training his client at all hours of the day, returning home only to have the meals prepared by his lovely wife, and to recharge his spent energies by sleeping. Rebecca, anxious about the results of the tampered meals, began unconsciously to taste-test a bit too much of any dish she, or her team, prepared. Not enough to be yet noticeable, but still different from her normal routine.
As the week came to an end, it became apparent that…
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