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Ruins of Temptation by Eve Rabi – Now available on Amazon!

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7 ‘Sensitive’ Men Reveal What They’ve Done to Their Wedding Photos After Their Marriage Dissolved

7 ‘Sensitive’ Men Reveal What They’ve Done to Their Wedding Photos After Their Marriage Dissolved

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Ever wondered what men do to their wedding photos once the marriage is over? I’ve interviewed 7 men regarding this question and here’s what they had to say (names have been changed to protect the guilty):

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1. John

John: “I’ve thrown all the photos in the garbage bin.”

Eve Rabi: “You mean in the recycling bin? The paper bin?”

John: Nope. “She was garbage; she didn’t deserve any form of recycling.”

Eve Rabi: “Let me guess – she cheated on you?”

John: “No, I cheated on her.”

Eve Rabi: “You cheated on her and you’re calling her garbage?”

John: “Yup. With her best friend too.”

Eve Rabi: “Christ, John, you are nuts.”

John: “That’s what everyone says.”

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2. David

David: “I accidentally got a box of wedding pics when we split up. Six months later she wanted them. I thought sweet, she obviously wants to hang onto the memories. It not so easy to get over me, eh? But then she said, ‘I want to show my new guy how thin I was when we got married.”

Eve Rabi: “Oh, that must have been disappointing to you.”

David: “Nah. I sent them back to her.”

Eve Rabi: “That mighty big of you, David.”

David: “After I sprinkled apple juice all over her in the photos.”

Eve Rabi: “You did not!”

David: “I sure did. And it felt damn good.”

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3. Daniel

Daniel: “Why do you want to know?”

Eve Rabi: “For my blog. I won’t mention your name.”

Daniel: “How much am I going to get paid for that kind of info?”

Eve Rabi: “Ten beer nuts.”

Daniel: “Piss off.”

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4. Vonny

Vonny: “I have most of them with me because she moved into an apartment and had little space.”

Eve Rabi: “Oh okay.”

Vonny: “But the best ones are damaged now.”

Eve Rabi: “How?”

Vonny: “After she left, I used to look at them and cry. My tears, they ruined the best ones.”

Eve Rabi: “Poor Vonny. It’s great to find a sensitive guy.”

Vonny: “Yeah. Can I get a hug?”

Eve Rabi: “Eh…no.”

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5. Eric

Eric: “I’ve given them up for safekeeping. Thought I’ll save them for when our kids grow up. They will want to see how their mum and dad looked in their heyday, right?”

Eve Rabi: “That’s sweet. Where are the photos?”

Eric: “At me mum’s.”

Eve Rabi: “But Eric, didn’t your mum die a couple months ago?”

Eric: “Yeah.”

Eve Rabi: “And didn’t you pay someone to dump everything in her house?”

Eric: “Oh, shit, I forgot about that. Hey, you have some memory.”

Eve Rabi: “You’re a liar Eric.”

Eric: “And? Your point is?”

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6. Richard

Richard: “Oh, I have them all over my place.”

Eve Rabi: “That’s refreshing. Why? Your marriage is over, right?”

Richard: “Yeah, but I got hair in those pics. Not like now.”

Eve Rabi: “I see. Kind of vain, isn’t it?”

Richard: “You’re a fine one to talk considering the tonne of make-up you’re wearing.”

Eve Rabi: “Make-up? Tons? What make-up? I woke up like this.”

Richard: “Bullshit!”

Eve Rabi: “Seriously, I woke up like this.”

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7. Chris

Chris: “My new girlfriend tore them up.”

Eve Rabi: “She did not.”

Chris: “Oh, yeah. She was so jealous. But I got back at her. I dumped her iPhone into a glass of beer.”

Eve Rabi: “You did not!”

Chris: “Then I called the cops on her.”

Eve Rabi: “You did not!”

Chris : “You say that a lot, don’t ya?”

Eve Rabi: “Say what?”

Chris: “‘You did not.’”

Eve Rabi: “Mm.”

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And there it is folks. 7 sensitive men open their hearts out to us about their wedding photos.

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The OTHER WOMAN – A betrayed wife takes on the other woman with scandalous results

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Scarlett Smyth (that’s Smyth with a Y if you please) is such an expert at seduction, that she is even penning a book on it. When the shrewd and ambitious temptress lays eyes on Bradley Murdoch, she believes she has found her dream man. There is just one problem – Bradley is happily married to Rival. In an attempt to get close to Bradley, Scarlett befriends Rival, and creates a perfect opportunity to steal Bradley away from her.

Quiet and unassuming Rival Murdoch is happy to welcome the vivacious and friendly Scarlett into her family circle. But when she is betrayed by both Bradley and Scarlett, she decides, even though she lacks Scarlett’s genius IQ, not to turn the other cheek. In fact, she is determined to win back her husband, believing that he is simply mistaking lust for love.

As a result, a not so silent war is erupts between a seething wife and mistress who is not used to losing. The result is scandalous.

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They don’t mind, they say in a defensive tone of voice. They love their kids, they love their wives, and as for work, it is simply a means to add to the material aspect of their lives, so they really fail to see their lives as the humdrum of the monotonous existence it is.
Until you come along and provide a playground for them. A pleasurable concourse where they are temporarily relieved of all responsibilities, all duties, where their every desire is satiated, and their every command is your wish. A gratifying palace with perfumed candles, aromatic incense, sensual silk, romantic soft lighting, and aphrodisiac tidbits which insinuate play and serve only to heighten the ambience of seduction.
Play and pleasure, play and pleasure – that’s all there is to it while time stands frozen for them.
When they return to their ordinary homes, their insipid lives, to their routine existence, the contrast is so strong and sharp, they crave what you have introduced them to and count the hours before they can once again revisit your pleasure den and step outside themselves.” Seduction tip from the Mistress.
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LETTERS FROM TOM TO ARENA (YOU WILL PAY)

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13 May Arena, It’s been three months since I’ve seen you and more than seven months since I’ve seen Warren. Time to put aside our differences so I can see my son. You have won, you have taken all from me – my money, my son, my business and my freedom. So …hooray! I guess. You can now do your victory dance (if you haven’t done it already) and drink your celebratory champagne (well, in your case, moonshine, right? Or have you upgraded to beer from a can?). Go ahead, have your beer, but after that, bring my son to see me in prison. Hear what I’m saying, Arena? You. Have. Won. Round of applause for Arena! Tom.

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 13 June Arena, you do not need clearance as you already have it with Silverwater Correctional Services. So, why the delay in me seeing Warren? I would like to know when you are bringing Warren over for a visit, so I can prepare for him. Well, mentally prepare, that is. Tom PS: It would be nice if you had the decency to reply to my letters.

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13 July

 Arena, I am not going away! I am here to stay, so please, don’t pretend I don’t exist! Have the decency to reply to my goddamn letters! That’s d.e.c.e.n.c.y get it? Regardless of your level of education, you must be able to understand the term decency, okay? Now, I have asked you several times to bring Warren to me and you have just ignored both my requests and my letters. This makes me angry, Arena. Really angry, and we both knows what happens when I get angry, so please, bring my son to visit me! After all, I am his father. Also, may I remind you that I am in prison, helpless and alone, with murderers, child molesters, rapists and drug pushers, because of your unethical, debauched, immoral and depraved doing? Having trouble with those big words, Arena? Fear not, for you can Google those words to find their meanings. I apologize; I really should be taking into consideration your lack of a college education. Anyway, as I said in my previous letters, which you blatantly ignored, you’ve won, so do your victory dance, eat your celebratory meat pie (with tomato sauce of course. Can’t leave that out now, can we?) drink your cheap, Australian beer that you’re probably quaffing these days, and bring my son to visit me! I will be waiting. Tom

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13 August ARENA!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU HAVE IGNORED MY FUCKING LETTERS! ALL OF MY FUCKING LETTERS! WHY?! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IGNORING ME? GIVE ME ONE FUCKING REASON, ARENA! I DESERVE AN ANSWER! WARREN IS MY SON, YOU FUCKING CHEAP, UNEDUCATED, UNATTRACTIVE, UNAPPEALING, GOOD-FOR-NOTHING, TWO DOLLAR WHORE!!!!! I DEMAND TO SEE MY SON, YOU HEAR?!!!!! I DEMAND TO SEE HIM BEFORE THE END OF NEXT WEEK!!!! LET ME REPEAT THAT; YOU WILL BRING MY SON TO SEE ME BEFORE THE END OF THE FUCKING WEEK, YOU HEAR?  (unsigned)

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20 August ARENA! The week has passed and you have not brought my son to see me. WHY?????? I WANT TO SEE MY SON, YOU BITCH! Are you too busy fucking some UNEDUCATED, LOW LIFE WHO LIVES OF MY FUCKING MONEY, ARENA? WHO SITS IN MY CHAIR, SLEEPS IN MY BED AND PLAYS WITH MY SON, ACTING LIKE HE’S TOM BOTHA, HUH? HUH, ARENA? ANSWER ME YOU DIRTY, USELESS WHORE! Do you know what your problem is, Arena? Let me tell you what your problem is. You think you have won. You think you had the last word. You are under the assumption that just because I am in prison, you have won. No, no, no, my sweet little Arena, you didn’t. The game is still being played. See, in prison, I have time to think. Tons of it, and I have made a decision; I will have the last word. Why? BECAUSE I AM TOM, ARENA! YOU DON’T FUCK WITH ME AND GET AWAY WITH IT, YOU HEAR! If you think that, you are wrong. So wrong. So very wrong. Trust me. From the man you fucked over but will have the last word. Tom. PS: Game on! PPS: Game so on!

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Dear readers, hope you enjoyed the brief glimpse into Tom’s abusive rants, from my upcoming book, Wounded Hearts, the spin off from You Will Pay, which is still a free book.  Come now, you really don’t think Tom is going to sit quietly in prison and just accept his defeat, do you? More of his letters to come soon. 🙂 Oh, and by the way, the above is raw, unedited, a working title and may change slightly after my editor peruses it. Just between you and me, she can be very bossy. 🙂 Eve 🙂 PS: Did you notice the date Tom chooses to write Arena letters?  

MY EX-BOYFRIEND’S RING (Part Two)

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Part One:

I was eighteen, he was nineteen.

I was shy when it came to boys, so he was my first kiss, my first date, my first love, my first everything.

Both of us were college students, so all he could afford on his student bursary was this li’l diamond chip.

But, it’s my most prized possession for so many reasons.

We dated for five years, until I left in search of greener.

I did get greener, bigger, better, but even though we live in different countries, I never forgot him, my first love. The boy who gave me all he had, all the time.

I talked to him the other day on Facebook. A mutual friend had told him that I had changed my status to ‘single’ on Facebook, so he wanted to know how I was.

We talked about his kids and my kids and our spouses and about life.

“You know, I still have the chain you bought me,” he said. “When we were dating. And I use it. Often.”

“What? You serious?”

“Absolutely. It’s my most prized possession.” His exact words. I couldn’t believe it.

I asked to see a picture of it, as I had forgotten what I bought him. He sent me a photo of a thin, flimsy, sterling silver chain. I laughed and cringed at its cheapness. He’s on the flashy side, so I was surprised that he’d wear something so simple.

“Does your wife know about it?” I asked.

“No, she thinks my mom gave it to me.”

“Mm. I still have your ring, you know.”

There was a small silence before he spoke. “You’re kidding me. You don’t actually have it, do you?”

“I have it.”

Another small silence. “Wow! Can I see a photo of it?”

“Okay, I will send you one tomorrow.”

So, I softened my cuticles, exfoliated my hands, painted my nails a pretty blue and took a picture of me wearing the ring.

“Wow!” he said when he saw the photo. “That’s a bloody cheap-ass ring I bought you. I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be,” I said. “It’s my most prized possession, too. I’ve kept it in the safe behind all my other jewelry and my will, so that my husband (ex-husband now) wouldn’t find it and badger me into throwing it out. Like he did with all our photos.”

“I’m so touched that you kept it. Hey, I remember the day I bought you the ring. You had this big grin on your face and you kept waving your hands around so that your friends would notice.”

I laughed out loud.

He was right; you’d think it was an 8 carat Harry Winston pink diamond or something, the way I flashed it around. But I was 18 and even though I tried to dissuade him from buying me a ring, I was thrilled with it.

“I remember that day,” I said, as my laughter died and a wave of nostalgia washed over me.

It was a while before he broke the silence.

“Eve, besides the times when you look at the ring, do you …like, I mean, do you ever …think of …me? Of us?”

For five years, he was my life, my love and we spent every waking moment together.  What did he think my answer was going to be?

I cleared my throat.

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I wanted to say, “Yes, I think of you. I think of you often. More than I should. I wonder how you’re doing. I wonder if you achieved all that you dreamed off. I wonder if you ever think of me, of us. I wonder if you hate me. Maybe just a little. I wonder if you love her the way you loved me. I wonder if you remember my birthday, cos I never forget yours.”

Chicken.

“Eh, you first,” is what I finally said.

“All the time,” he blurted without hesitation. “Every time I bought something new, achieved something, I thought of you. Anytime something monumental happened in my life, I don’t know why, but I thought of you. How nice it would be to tell you about it. Not because I wanted to show off or something, but just because.”

I sat in my cloak of smugness. He thought about me.  All the time too. Wow!

“Like the time you got married?” I said. “You called me that day, remember?”

“Yeah, and you were such a bitch about it.”

“What, you expected me to jump for joy?” He had no idea how painful that phone call was for me. How I pretended I didn’t care, all the while wanting to simply die at the finality of our break-up.

“Well, you could have …”

“You got married like almost three months after we ended things. And she moved in with you right away! You guys were moving at an incredible speed which was confusing to me. So yeah, I believed that there was something was going on between the two of you while we were dating. I still do. Of course I was pissed off.  With her and you. She stole you from me.”

“But you left for …”

“And anyway, I challenge you to find a girl who says, ‘Congratulations, ex-boyfriend who I dated for five years. Hope you and that bitch lives happily ever after like Shrek,’ and does a joyful jig.”

“Shrek? Ha! Ha!”

“And did your wife know you called me that day?”

“Of course not. She’d die if she knew.”

“Mm. And why did you call me? I mean, how could you, on your wedding day of all days, call me, your ex-girlfriend? Something was wrong with that picture, boy.”

“Yeah…I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Well, clearly you were thinking about me.” My voice oozed glee.

“Yeah, I was nuts.”

Bastard.

A short silence.

“Listen, I have to deliver a lecture. Three actually. Can we chat in about four hours? And can I call you?”

“It’s a long distance call!” I reminded him.

“Please, I really want to hear your voice. Please.”

“I…look, I really don’t …”

“Just this once. Please! Here’s my number…” He typed it in and hit send. “Message me your number. Now.”

After a slight hesitation, I said, “Okay.”

“Promise?”

“I will.”

“No, say you promise.”

I smiled. “I promise.”

“Cool.” He sent me three smiley faces and xoxo.

I laughed and messaged him my number.

How should I end the conversation, I wondered?

Xoxo? No, hugs and kisses – too forward for our first convo.

C u later? Too cold.

Shit!

I typed in five smiley faces and hit send. It’ was neutral enough and he could read into it what he liked.

I logged off and peered at the clock. Four hours.

Quickly, I loaded the dishwasher, tidied the lounge, folded washing, fed the dog and cat and hastily assembled a chicken salad for dinner; all so that I could be free to free to talk to him in four hours.

To hear his voice after thirteen years.

The thought of it made me shiver with delight.

I looked at the clock again. Only an hour has passed!

Damn!  

When my phone rang three hours later (not four), with an Out of Area signal on it, my mouth went dry and I swallowed hard.

After several deep breaths, I answered. “H…hello?”

Silence.

“Hello?”

“You sound the same,” he said, his voice full of excitement.

“Ohmigod, you sound the same too!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you do.”

“You …you don’t have an Aussie accent?”

“Well …”

“This is surreal,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “Us talking. Just surreal.”

“Mm.”

“What’s your daughter’s names?” he asked.

“Billie and Sydney,” I answered. I wondered if he remembered that Billie had been significant to us. “What’s your kids’ names?”

“Joshua and …” His hesitation piqued my curiosity. “…Billie.”

I was stumped. Tears smarted my eyes, while he cleared his throat several times.

“Oh, man!” he said, his voice hoarse.

I nodded, forgetting that he couldn’t see me.

We both fell silent as nostalgia lingered.

“You know that song by Kid Rock? All summer long…whatever? Remember that song?

“Eh, vaguely,” I lied.

“You should listen to it. I downloaded it, and when I’m alone in the car, I blast it and think about you. Us.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. All the time. I always smile when I listen to it. Sometimes I laugh out loud when I think of all the things we did then. Then I get hit by a bout of nostalgia and I’m sad again.”

My heart sang at his confession.

“And I think Rags knows it’s significant, because once or twice when she got into my car, it was playing and she changed the song straight away.”

“Mm.”

Good. I silently hoped it burned her.

“And Passenger? Let her Go? Do you know that song?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah?”

“I turn it off when I hear it.”

“Off? Wwwwwhy? I loooove that song!”

It was a while before he answered. “Makes me sad. Disappointed. I don’t quite know why. Like, I love my wife, I love my family, I’m happy in my life, I’ve achieved all I dreamed I would and more, yet…it’s like …I dunno, something is missing. When I think about you, that is. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not trying to start something…”

“We would have never made it,” I hastened to add. “We fought too much.”
“Ah, but it was the making up after the fighting that was great! Special. Wasn’t it? Or don’t you remember?”

I chuckle. “I do, I do.”

His words set my feet tapping against the wooden floors of my study. The making up was always so awesome. Beautiful.

“Don’t you fight with your wife?”

“No, not really.”

“Really? You don’t fight?”

“Yeah, she’s not like that. She doesn’t fight or argue and like, well, I dunno, she’s …reasonable. Logical.” There was a slight disdain to his voice.

“Mm. Sounds dull to me,” I said, my bitchiness getting the better of me. That comment will most definitely make him mad, I thought. Make him regret contacting me.

“Yeah, true,” he said to my surprise. “I liked it in the beginning, but it’s strange that the very thing I liked about her, is the very thing I …” He appeared to be choosing his words, “…I wish I could change.”

Wow, I hadn’t spoken to him in more than a decade and he’s talking so freely to me, I thought.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that to you. I feel disloyal to her when I do. She doesn’t deserve it.”

Yes she does! We probably would be together today had she not moved so swiftly.

We both fell silent for a moment.

“Your turn,” he said. “Spill. Do you think of me? Like over the years?”

I was hoping he’d forget to ask me.

“Well, yeah, I think about you too,” I confessed. “Five years is a lifetime. Especially during that period in your life. Like, I was seventeen when I met you and then we grew up together. It’s hard not to think about that time, you, our friends …”

“Yeah, I don’t understand why we can’t be friends and keep in touch with each other. I mean, I’m not trying to hurt anybody. And I know you – you wouldn’t want to hurt anyone, either.”

“True. So, you burnt all my photos, huh?”

He laughed.  “Yep. She found my hidden stash and demanded I burn it all. What a bonfire!”

“What about you?” he asked.

“Same. My ex found my diary once while I was out shopping and read the whole thing. Our fights, my fears, our sweet times…read every goddamn thing. So we too had a massive bonfire.”

“Too bad.”

“But hey, I salvaged something.”

“You did? What?”

“A tiny teddy bear you once gave me.”

“Seriously? You kept my teddy bear? Really?”

“Yep. It says, ‘I purr when I’m cuddled.’ Has a little red top. Very pretty and very precious.”

“Hey, you know what, I remember that teddy! We had a fight and…”

“…over my curfew on campus …” I smiled as I thought about it.

“…and you left me on the highway and drove off in my car! How could you do that to me? It was 2 AM.”

I laughed. “You’re the one who pulled over and told me to drive myself home. I begged you to get into the car, but you told me to fuck off, so I did. I was working the next morning, remember? Had to be up at 6.”

“God, you were such a bitch. I hitched a ride with a biker. Fat, old guy. He stank like shit and I had to put my thighs around his. Eeewww! Gives me the shivers to think about it.”

I laughed.

“Hey, I stole money from my mom’s purse to buy you that.”

“Ha ha ha. I didn’t know you stole money from your mom. But I remember that day, you bringing it to me. That was an awesome day.”

We spent the next hour trading memories, until it was time for him to go.

“I’ll call you again,” he said.

Tomorrow? Please say you’ll call me tomorrow?

“In two days.”

Damn! Why not tomorrow?

“Sure,” I said, doing my best to sound casual.

“Um…take care now and be good,” he said. “On second thoughts, don’t. Be just the way you are. Exactly the way you are.”

My grin was big enough to stick in a coat hanger.

After I hung up, I scrolled down my iPhone, found Kid Rock’s All Summer Long and hit play.

Every time I had heard that son, I thought about him. Only him. If only he knew.

Yep, we were trying different things, for sure.

We were smoking funny things, oh yeah!

“Mum?”

I whirled around to my little girl.

“Who you smiling at?”

“Um…well…eh…nobody,” I said and quickly left the room, my hand pasted over my mouth.

Alone in my room, I lay on my bed and post mortem every single thing he said. Every confession, every silence, every chuckle and I hug my pillow.

Two days…how will I survive the waiting?

To be continued…

 

Eve Rabi is the author of 29 romantic crime and suspense novels, five screenplays and more than half a dozen short stories, due to be released soon.
Inspired by the likes of Sidney Sheldon and Gillian Flynn, her tales are bold, scandalous, controversial. They’re also peppered with romance, humor and drama.
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If you’re bored of regular romance, if you like your romance with twists and turns, if you prefer your crime novels to have strong romantic themes, then you will enjoy Eve Rabi’s multi-genre books.
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