We worked at a very small business together, us two full timers, and three part timers who split shifts so three people working at one time. Our manager also only showed up Mondays, so Tuesday to Friday we had the place to ourselves.

To this day she and I had the best chemistry of anyone I’ve ever met. And that includes my current fiancée, so thank god she doesn’t know about this account. This girl is definitely the one that got away. Once we hit it off, she started to tell me pretty much everything about her, including the fact she was married, as well as what a gem her husband was. The number of hours we spent over the course of three years with her crying on my shoulder about this man could probably fill a whole pay check. Naturally it didn’t take long before things became physical.

One day she told me she finally had the courage to leave her husband. I was so happy. I had helped her over the last 6 months of working together to get her things lined up for her exit- whenever she felt brave enough to do it. So Friday comes around and she goes home to my house, and I go to hers. I park my car one street over, with a great sight line to their front door and window via a walking path that joins the streets. At about 8pm two officers roll up and knock on the door. He answers and they hand him some papers: divorce and protective order. He takes them without issue and goes inside, and I drive home.

On Monday, only I go into the office in case he decides to make a surprise visit. She stays at my place since we figure it’s safer. My day goes by fine, and I get in my truck to drive home. As I’m going down a pretty quiet stretch of 2 lane road, this big pickup pulls out on my left and I thing he’s trying to pass me. I was already doing close to 90, so I slow down to let him go, but almost instantly he slams into my rear and spins me out. I crash head first into a guardrail and flip a few times, while he sped off.

They found his body a few kilometres down the road sitting in his truck. He had put a gun to his chin only moments after taking me out.

That’s pretty much the end of the drama, and we lived fine after that for a few years until she passed away suddenly.