Revenge.

Yesterday, one of my few friends who is still around forwarded to me the news that the man who betrayed us both had committed suicide. He drove off a cliff with his luxury car.

My initial feeling was absolute indifference. For me, he died a long time ago while I was grieving. It took me so long to get over his blatant betrayal that I wasn’t going to let this news revive the anger and the pain created by this individual and his lieutenants.

My wife was pleased to hear the news as she is a firm believer in karma and told me to write about it, about the betrayal and how he paid the ultimate price back. I told her that I wasn’t keen on the idea as I was wary that it might bring back a lot of negativity that took me so long to overcome.

Despite my strong will, I couldn’t help to think about it and as expected, it stirred up the past and made me revisit what had happened. I can’t tell you whether I am happy or not that he died even though he signed my death warrant when he fired me. He fired me for internal political reasons, nothing else. Nothing linked to my performances at all levels. He wasn’t the only one who wanted me out, but he was the one who signed the warrant. As a result, I wasn’t able to find a job back in the industry because of his decision. I had been ostracized. He was a very powerful man and the senior partner of the bank.

Because of him, my family and I are fighting for survival as we are broke and currently without employment and any sources of income. I have two teenagers who deserve to have a good education with what comes along with it. I can’t provide because of him.

Isn’t it ironic that a billionaire who had everything commits suicide and us who have nothing left, toppled with the fact that I have an incurable mental illness are still around?

He was always very elegant by the way he dressed and the way he talked. You would have definitely defined him as a gentleman. But don’t be fooled by the appearance, he was as dirty as any low life criminal. I could have gone to the authorities and gave him up. I decided not to do it as I am a decent man, not an angel, but an ethical person. I promised my grandfather to keep our family name clean, so I did, and I kept my mouth shut. I don’t stab in the back. I’ll stab facing you and look into your eyes as you are bleeding to your death, that I will do.

As I am writing my anger is coming back, and it is probably better that I stop here.

I can’t say that he fully paid back his debts for what he did as we don’t have any money back from him.

He is just an elegant dead backstabbing crook.

Lawrence

 

 

 

 

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