'Fred?' His wife looked at him with surprise. 'I thought you were in Malaysia? Why are you back so early?' Fred now knew the meaning of seeing red. He looked at the woman in his bed, as if she was a stranger. She was half dressed, lounging on the bed. The noise his wife was making woke the man, and Fred got to see his face clearly. Fred did not know the fellow. All he knew was his wife was with a stranger. He wanted to smash his wife's face in, as well as the man's. His head was swimming in anger, and he could not think straight. He had come home early that day, back from a business trip. Something had cropped up and the deal was off. It had been a disastrous trip. He was looking forward to going back to his wife, and the warm comfort of home. The shock of seeing his wife in bed with... he could not remember. His anger was freezing his mind.
'Fred, I can explain,' his wife struggled for words. 'You see...' 'Save your breath, Sasha,' he spoke coldly. Throwing her a look of contempt, Fred turned on his heels and strode out of the room. It was clear enough. Five years of marriage had just gone out of the window. He went into the living room and picked up the phone. 'Mr. Lee?' He called his lawyer. 'My wife and I are divorcing. Arrange for the necessary papers.' Putting down the phone, he turned and saw his wife. Her sparkling eyes, that he used to find so beautiful, now looked like cold hard stones. Sadly, he looked at her. 'It's over.' He walked around the house but the man was gone. That was a strange thought. Where could the man have gone to.
It's not over,' she replied. 'I'll make you sorry.' Fred shrugged, and left the house. He was sure the man could not have just vanished into thin air. But he was too angry to stay in the house. Money had always been important to Fred, not to mention the fact that he had lots of it. Although he was not one of those people who was in love with money and was concerned about only that, there was something that he knew for a fact. One could be happy with or without money. But what if by chance one was sad? Would it not be better to be financially comfortable at the same time? Between Fred and Sasha, they owned eight houses. Some of them were attributed to the fact that they both had good jobs and some of them were attributed to the fact that they had both had rich parents and few siblings. In fact, Fred had had none. His money was all hard earned and multiplied through a few good investments. For the trial, Fred had employed the services of a very prominent local law firm. Jasmine, not to be outdone, engaged the services of an overseas one, from the United Kingdom. It was a scandal that the media loved. By the time the case was over, Fred was left with only two and a half of the houses he bought with Sasha, and he had to sell one to cover the lawyers fees.
Still, Fred could not walk away with that. He felt that the decision of the court was unjust, and had decided to appeal. He made a mistake. But strange things started to happen the day he decided to appeal. He fell terribly ill and was unable to do anything productive. He felt someone was following him wherever he went. He would turn around but there would be no one. He did realize he would still be able to survive without the house; he had assets in liquid form. Yet, he did not want to lose by such a wide margin. He wanted to win. After all, it was his wife who cheated on him and he did not understand why people could not comprehend this simple fact. In the court, there were no witness on his side that had ever seen his wife with another man. She was wrong and he was right, he thought. He had a fever and at one point could not even get out of bed. The more he became angry, the worse he got. He had gone to three doctors all of whom had prescribed him the same medicine. It was obviously not working. Because of that, plus his normally unquestioning faith in modern medicine, he started to suspect that the root of his problem was not merely physical. The pain was becoming unbearable.
He did have an open minded. He went to a medium to find out if the medium could help him. The medium was worried when he saw Fred at the door. Fred told him that at night he felt like someone was cutting him with small pen knife cuts. He would wake up with his own screams. The medium told him after a short session that someone was definitely trying to harm him although he could not tell who. There was something he would have to do. Fred was willing to do anything, he wanted help badly. The medium had, in the traditional way with Chinese brush and paint, painted eight specific characters on a piece of yellow paper. He then nailed it to a tree there and said a few prayers. Over the next two weeks, the medium visited Fred in his home three times. Each time he went for a consultation, Fred had got visibly better. On the third day, the medium had brought him what had seemed like an ominous warning.
He had told him not to continue fighting the case; that the case had something to do with that fact that he had got sick. Fred had simply nodded his head reluctantly; there was no way that he was going to stop fighting. He wanted that was rightfully his. He was not happy that the medium had rearranged his furniture and even moved his pictures on the wall. The minute he recovered, he continued with the fight that had already been going on even when he was not well. He rearranged his house again, the way he liked it. Three days later, he woke up and realize that he could not get out of bed. everything from the waist down felt like lead and he could not move his legs. He thought he was dead. What scared him most was the shadow in his bedroom that was always hovering on the ceiling. The shadow looked like the man who was with his wife. He started to panic and screamed out. Luckily for him, the phone was on the side table next to his bed. He grabbed the receiver and called his best friend, Alfred, who had the key to the house. Next, he called for the ambulance. They both arrived at the same time and it was a good thing because Alfred hurriedly unlocked the door for the hospital staff to get in.
Fred had fainted. Fred was lying in the hospital bed the next day when he saw the medium coming in, shaking his head. Knowing very well why, Fred expected a stern scolding but was relieved to find out that the medium had been shaking his head in sympathy and not disapproval. They talked for awhile and the medium said a few prayers before he said goodnight and left. Before leaving, the medium advised Fred to sell away his house. The doctors out him through many check ups but could not pin point what was the cause of his ill health. At the hospital, Fred's health was deteriorating. He had more frequent bouts of dizziness and felt tired and exhausted.
Two days from then, the medium came back to find countless colorful flowers standing all over the room. He then ran out and the next thing Fred knew, he saw the medium coming back in with two nurses who then proceeded to take out all the wreaths of flowers from the room. As they did, the medium went to his bed and sat on the side, explaining in a soft whisper that someone had put a spell on the flowers and sent them to him. The medium looked at him for awhile with a certain kind of expression and opened his mouth to speak. Fred already knew what he was going to say and spoke before he could say anything. 'I know. I am happy with the case already; I'll tell my lawyers to pull back the case, okay?' The medium smiled and nodded and proceeded to say some prayers over him. Fred was better within the next three weeks. He never tried ti pursue the case. Strangely, Sasha wanted to buy the house at any cost but Fred tore the house down and sold it as part of an en-bloc sale.
Over the next few years, he went about rebuilding his life, and soon regained his lost fortune. Five years after the case, Alfred told him that Sasha had just filed for bankruptcy. What was worse was that she had lost her mind and was put in an asylum.
Still, Fred could not walk away with that. He felt that the decision of the court was unjust, and had decided to appeal. He made a mistake. But strange things started to happen the day he decided to appeal. He fell terribly ill and was unable to do anything productive. He felt someone was following him wherever he went. He would turn around but there would be no one. He did realize he would still be able to survive without the house; he had assets in liquid form. Yet, he did not want to lose by such a wide margin. He wanted to win. After all, it was his wife who cheated on him and he did not understand why people could not comprehend this simple fact. In the court, there were no witness on his side that had ever seen his wife with another man. She was wrong and he was right, he thought. He had a fever and at one point could not even get out of bed. The more he became angry, the worse he got. He had gone to three doctors all of whom had prescribed him the same medicine. It was obviously not working. Because of that, plus his normally unquestioning faith in modern medicine, he started to suspect that the root of his problem was not merely physical. The pain was becoming unbearable.
He did have an open minded. He went to a medium to find out if the medium could help him. The medium was worried when he saw Fred at the door. Fred told him that at night he felt like someone was cutting him with small pen knife cuts. He would wake up with his own screams. The medium told him after a short session that someone was definitely trying to harm him although he could not tell who. There was something he would have to do. Fred was willing to do anything, he wanted help badly. The medium had, in the traditional way with Chinese brush and paint, painted eight specific characters on a piece of yellow paper. He then nailed it to a tree there and said a few prayers. Over the next two weeks, the medium visited Fred in his home three times. Each time he went for a consultation, Fred had got visibly better. On the third day, the medium had brought him what had seemed like an ominous warning.
He had told him not to continue fighting the case; that the case had something to do with that fact that he had got sick. Fred had simply nodded his head reluctantly; there was no way that he was going to stop fighting. He wanted that was rightfully his. He was not happy that the medium had rearranged his furniture and even moved his pictures on the wall. The minute he recovered, he continued with the fight that had already been going on even when he was not well. He rearranged his house again, the way he liked it. Three days later, he woke up and realize that he could not get out of bed. everything from the waist down felt like lead and he could not move his legs. He thought he was dead. What scared him most was the shadow in his bedroom that was always hovering on the ceiling. The shadow looked like the man who was with his wife. He started to panic and screamed out. Luckily for him, the phone was on the side table next to his bed. He grabbed the receiver and called his best friend, Alfred, who had the key to the house. Next, he called for the ambulance. They both arrived at the same time and it was a good thing because Alfred hurriedly unlocked the door for the hospital staff to get in.
Fred had fainted. Fred was lying in the hospital bed the next day when he saw the medium coming in, shaking his head. Knowing very well why, Fred expected a stern scolding but was relieved to find out that the medium had been shaking his head in sympathy and not disapproval. They talked for awhile and the medium said a few prayers before he said goodnight and left. Before leaving, the medium advised Fred to sell away his house. The doctors out him through many check ups but could not pin point what was the cause of his ill health. At the hospital, Fred's health was deteriorating. He had more frequent bouts of dizziness and felt tired and exhausted.
Two days from then, the medium came back to find countless colorful flowers standing all over the room. He then ran out and the next thing Fred knew, he saw the medium coming back in with two nurses who then proceeded to take out all the wreaths of flowers from the room. As they did, the medium went to his bed and sat on the side, explaining in a soft whisper that someone had put a spell on the flowers and sent them to him. The medium looked at him for awhile with a certain kind of expression and opened his mouth to speak. Fred already knew what he was going to say and spoke before he could say anything. 'I know. I am happy with the case already; I'll tell my lawyers to pull back the case, okay?' The medium smiled and nodded and proceeded to say some prayers over him. Fred was better within the next three weeks. He never tried ti pursue the case. Strangely, Sasha wanted to buy the house at any cost but Fred tore the house down and sold it as part of an en-bloc sale.
Over the next few years, he went about rebuilding his life, and soon regained his lost fortune. Five years after the case, Alfred told him that Sasha had just filed for bankruptcy. What was worse was that she had lost her mind and was put in an asylum.
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