When I finally spoke to Keith, I told him I got robbed, but I just didn’t tell him who I was with. I had nightmares after that and my mom was worried. The police had gotten information implicating Keith’s wife, and my mother didn’t want me taking the case any further out of fear for my life. I had started getting anonymous calls and when I answered, the person on the other end would hang up.
That December, Keith told me he was going to come to the island for two weeks and his plans were to spend one week with me and the other with his wife. I had not heard from Peter for months, and even though I did not forget him and what he did, he was always at the back of my mind.
That day, as I was getting ready to pick Keith up at the airport, I got a call from Peter asking what my plans were for the day. I told him to delete my number, and added that I was going to pick my man up from the airport. That was all he needed. He already knew Keith was coming; he was just calling to double check.
As usual, I was late in getting to the airport. By the time I got there, Keith had been there waiting impatiently for about an hour. As I strutted toward him, he smiled and kissed me, asking what took me so long.
As he held on to me, a woman came from behind and whispered in my ear, “Are you Isabella?”
I turned around and replied, “Who’s asking?”
My stomach turned as I saw Keith’s wife standing there. As Keith turned to face her, he asked what she was doing there. She proceeded to say she didn’t want to make a scene and that she just wanted to speak with me. I told her I had no interest in what she had to say.
She proceeded to tell me that she had known about me all along and that she knew of all the things I was doing behind his back—I had secretly cheated on him with Kirk. She went on to divulge all the knowledge she thought she had about me of my many boyfriends, of Keith’s financial assistance, of the many trips I had taken. Keith just had a smirk on his face; it seems he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He just didn’t know what reaction to have and I wasn’t even acknowledging what she had to say. I was more concerned about him and what this new information would do to our relationship.
As Keith attempted to leave with me, she blocked him and told him that if he was smart, he’d go with her instead. He listened, and the two of them left together.
That night, I waited to hear from Keith and as I cried, my mother consoled me. She told me that she thought it was time to leave him. I cried myself to sleep and when I woke up, I felt like I had a much clearer vision of everything that led up to that confrontation with Keith’s wife at the airport.
I figured that Peter was a setup all along. Keith’s wife had gotten a hold of my number and had arranged with him to befriend me. She had come up with the whole plan to get rid of me under the guise of a robbery, but her “robbers” got scared off when the other car came—that’s the only reason I was able to escape.
I got up early and decided to visit one of Keith’s staff to verify my theory. He told me that his wife was a vile woman and that she was sleeping with Peter, and likely the other guys who were involved in the robbery. He said he had an idea of what was going on, since he had seen the wife spending a lot of time with the other three men. It turns out my theory was true after all.