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Lover's Beach

... taking a day trip out to Lover’s Beach. *** “Darling, I’m sorry that I had to work the entire trip. Believe me, it’s not what I would have wanted.” My husband looked out at the sea as he said those words. I sighed. I was beyond hurting and feeling anything for this man. “Did you at least have a good time without me?” “Yes, Mark. I had a fabulous time.” Oh, little did he know what a fabulous time I had! The helmsman of the boat did his customary tour around the tip so that we could see El Arco – the Arches of Cabo San Lucas – and told the story of Lover’s Beach. You see, there was more to the area than just Lover’s Beach. Lover’s beach was an area that tourist frequented to play in the warm waters of the gulf. People came and went throughout the whole day. Just a short three minute walk to the other side of Lover’s Beach was Divorce Beach. Divorce beach faced the Pacific Ocean side, a comparatively colder body of water with aggressive waves that battered against the rocks. While you can walk along the shore the beach had a relatively sharp decline into the cold waters of the Pacific. After landing on Lover’s Beach and spending a few minutes playing in the water I asked Mark if he would like a drink. The heat of the day can make a person very thirsty and I knew that he would be thirsty. Fortunately, he didn’t see the pill that I slipped into his drink. After swirling his bottle of beer around a little to let the pill dissolve I handed Mark the bottle. At first I was a little ...

... afraid that he would taste the difference, but Mark drank the entire bottle so quickly I don’t think he tasted anything. His face broke into a handsome smile and he looked almost as youthful as he did twenty years ago. It made me reflect on a time when we were happy. Twenty years ago we were just married and beginning to raise our family and everything seemed perfect. I would never, however, forget the years that followed. Years of late nights and weekends at the office. Yes, our financial situation increasingly got better over the years, but I think I would rather have been poor and to having a loving, faithful husband than I big beautiful house and a cheating husband. In that moment, I also remembered how he was always absent at the children’s activities. I remembered how I found out that he’d cheated on me, not once, but six times that I knew of. I remember the pain of betrayal and the feeling that someone I had loved didn't think of me as someone important in his life any longer. My marriage had been cold and dead for many years. “Let’s go for a walk, Mark.” I handed him another beer and led him to the other side of the beach. The walk was short, but in that small amount of time I noticed the tell-tale signs that Mark was feeling the effects of the drug. He began to stumble just a little. I quickened my pace. It would not do for him to fall before we reached the other beach. Finally, we made it and began to leisurely walk along the shore. “Jessica, we’ll have to come back ...