Bella was no longer The Big I Am’s partner, no longer his live in wife.
His mistress is what Bella became, instead.
Back when she lived in his house, with a mortgage to share–The Big I Am treated Bella to a new car.
The car, we had bought her? Sold–not sure what happened to that money? Replaced by a brand-new, out of the box, shiny black sports car.
The new car was registered to my address–this is how I found out:
The whisper of the letterbox, a brown envelope hit the mat, addressed to Bella. I know, I know, I shouldn’t have–but I did–I opened it. A speeding fine, doing forty-five miles per hour in a thirty-mile speed zone. Oh, and the area was near the house of Mr Big I Am.
I handed the opened letter to her–no mention of it being opened. Questions I had: Why was the car registered to my address? Why had she travelled at speed? Why was she passing The Big I Am’s address?
No satisfactory answer to any of these questions–lies, that’s all.
I knew why the car had documents registered to my address–the raising of finance. Maxed out on credit–The Big I Am, and her, used my address for a healthy financial check.
My eyebrows raised at the deal she had signed for, the amount she paid each month for a car. My eyebrows lowered when I realised the car had not been gifted.
‘Get the documents changed to your own address,’ I said.
But, she never did.