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CHAPTER FOUR
THE TRUTH
Eroica had been silent for several minutes, watching for some kind of a reaction. Klaus just sat staring blankly into space, having listened in a stunned silence as the story was related to him.
“You’ve been exchanging e-mails with my wife for five years?” he said at last.
“More or less.”
“And she told you everything that we ever—?”
Eroica saw anger starting to ignite in the German’s dark green eyes and he held up his hands. “Only at the beginning. And then only—” He broke off when a dangerous look came to Klaus’s face and cleared his throat nervously. “—when I inspired events.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“She asked for advice on making you happy…” Eroica pause. “On making you happy in bed. After a few weeks, she stopped asking.” He gave a bittersweet smile. “I supposed she figured it out by then.”
Klaus’s eyes narrowed. “By pretending to be you, is that what you’re trying to tell me?”
“Don’t get mad at me. I’m not the one who—” Eroica broke off when Klaus jumped to his feet and grabbed the front of his shirt.
“Bastard! I should kill you for coming here with this story!”
Eroica threw his hands up to cover his face. “I have the e-mails!” he cried out. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me otherwise.”
Klaus thought this over and released his grip, sitting down again. “Why didn’t you say that before?”
“You didn’t give me the chance.” Eroica pulled the papers from his coat and held them out. “Before you even ask, I didn’t bring the…intimate ones.”
Klaus’s eyes narrowed. “Why?”
“Because I was sure you’d want to kill me if you read them.”
“I already want to kill you.”
Eroica sighed heavily. “Just read those.” He got to his feet and gave Klaus a steady look. “Your wife was the most remarkable woman I’ve ever met, Colonel,” he said quietly. “She was also a very good friend. I’m not ashamed to say that I loved her as a friend.”
Klaus looked up in surprise.
“I shall miss her.” With that, Eroica turned and left.
* * *
Klaus sat at his desk, staring at the papers before him. He had read and re-read the e-mails that Eroica had given him. There was no denying that Mercedes had written them. He could almost hear her speaking as he read the words.
-- You were right again. I owe you another pornographic e-mail, but I’m not sharing what happened last night. You’ll just have to dream. Oh, and no, I will not send you the Man In Purple and call it even!
-- I got that red dress you sent. Klaus nearly went mad when he saw it. I went all innocent and asked why it upset him so much. He wouldn’t tell me, but I must say, later on… Well, anyway, don’t be jealous. I’m thinking of replacing all my wardrobe with red everything.
-- Can you believe this photograph! Our Klaus is actually smiling! I was so nervous hosting my first party as an officer’s wife. Thank you, thank you, thank you for all your wonderful advice on throwing the perfect party. I know it wasn’t the usual thing I ask. Is it possible for me to love you, too?
-- Thank you for the anniversary present and the note of apology. Klaus wants me to throw it away, but I convinced him that it would not be right, especially since you’ve been trying to keep your distance. Sometimes I wish I could tell him the truth, but we both know how that would go!
-- Klaus told me about running in to you in London. He was furious, of course. I’m taking advantage of that tonight. You are such a wonderful aphrodisiac, my dearest Dorian. I might even share the details!
-- I’m sorry I haven’t written sooner. I know I just sent the quick note about Klaus being injured on his last mission. I hope you’re not angry with me for not contacting you before now. It turns out it wasn’t as serious as we feared. He’s expected to make a full recovery. I’ll keep you updated.
-- Two years. Has it really been two years? Did you have to remind me with such an elaborate anniversary gift? You are such a lunatic. Klaus is going mad! You really are quite evil.
-- I wasn’t sure how I was going to tell you this, my dearest Dorian, then things went badly. I found out I was pregnant a few weeks ago. And just as I found the right words to tell you, I had a miscarriage. Klaus was trying to be supportive, in his own awkward way. Then his father started making his usual noises and Klaus came to my rescue. My knight is shining armor. I think I’m in love with him all over again.
-- My dearest Dorian, yes, I love you, too. You are such a lunatic sometimes. That stuffed bear you sent is almost as big as Klaus and he has threatened several times to chop it into pieces. He does, however, like the new perfume you suggested. How did you know? No, never mind, don’t answer that.
-- Roses again, my dearest Dorian? Our Klaus will begin to suspect I’m having an affair with you if you keep sending them to me. He was very annoyed at the card, but I suspect that’s why you made it out to “The Beautiful Mercedes of the Golden Hair.” I said you were just being you. Klaus said that was true because you’re an idiot. You know, until I met you, I never imagined roses could be an aphrodisiac. LOL
-- I can’t believe I’ve hosted my fourth party as an officer’s wife. I’m getting rather good at these, I think. Our Klaus was
positively glowing. Just look at his face in this picture. He doesn’t know I managed to get a few shots of him during the party. He thinks I was spending all evening keeping everyone away from him so he could enjoy the party at a distance, just the way he likes it. I’m going to surprise him with these later on.
-- Oh, my dearest Dorian, more sad news. I’ve lost another baby. I don’t think I’m ever going to give our Klaus an heir. I haven’t been able to stop crying. I just hate going all female like this.
-- I just wanted to thank you again for your phone call. You are such a dear man. Klaus says that you’re an idiot, which I’ve decided is his way of saying, “I love you.” LOL I’m so glad we were able to become friends. I love you dearly.
-- I couldn’t wait to tell you the news! Our Klaus has received another promotion. Full Colonel. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so happy. He says it’s all my doing for being the perfect officer’s wife. Can you believe it? A compliment! He even let me take this picture of him in his new uniform. Isn’t he just the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen? I am so proud.
-- Six months, can you believe it! I’ve finally managed to carry a baby longer than the first trimester. Oh, my dearest Dorian, I think I may actually have this baby! And I had an ultrasound yesterday. It’s a boy. Our Klaus is on cloud nine, and his father is…well, we won’t go there. Anyway, what names do you suggest? I can’t help thinking of you as my other husband. Is that weird?
-- You are a genius, have I told you that lately? Our Klaus loved the names you suggested. He wants to go with Peter Michael. I suggested Dorian as a joke. I won’t repeat his reply, but I’m sure you can guess. I love you.
-- Only a few more weeks left until my due date. I’m so enormous. I had one of the servants take this picture. Can you believe how huge I’ve gotten? I don’t know what this child is doing in there, but half the time it feels like he’s running the marathon. If this keeps up, he’ll be out running with his father before he can walk.
-- Just a quick note, Daddy Dorian! I think I’m in labor. Our Klaus is on the way home and I’ll probably be going to the hospital as soon as he gets here. The doctor wanted me to come in when the contractions were closer together, but you know how impatient Klaus gets. I’ll let you know how everything goes. I’m going to give you the full details of my labor and delivery. I think it’s only fair, since you had so many of my attempts at conception. I love you. And thank you again. Together, we finally managed to make our Klaus a happy man.
“Our Klaus…” Klaus said quietly as he read the words again. He looked at the time and date on the last e-mail and felt a pang of grief. It was the day Mercedes died. Labor and delivery, he reflected. It had all gone terribly, terribly wrong. Twelve hours after this was written, she had died in his arms. And a few hours after that, so did his son.
Together, we finally managed to make our Klaus a happy man.
“Together, we finally…” he said coldly. “Together.” It was all a lie. A horrible, repulsive, perverted lie! How could he have been such a fool to be deceived like this? And what exactly was he supposed to do now?
* * *
Klaus wasn’t surprised when he went to the cemetery on Sunday and found Eroica patiently waiting for him. He placed the fresh flowers in the urn before wordlessly turning to him.
“From your expression, I can only assume you read all these,” Eroica said calmly, indicating the papers Klaus held clenched in his fist.
“Yes.”
Eroica studied the man’s vacant expression. “Colonel, I’m sorry,” he said truthfully. “We never intended to hurt you.”
Klaus gave him a steady look. “I’ve just had five of the happiest years of my life,” he admitted. “And now I learn it was a lie.”
“Don’t you dare!” Eroica snapped. “The only reason you married that lady was to make your father happy and produce an heir. You didn’t love her! You never loved her!”
“That’s not true!” Klaus thundered back. This admission stunned even him. He stood staring at the equally stunned Eroica.
“So you did love her?” Eroica challenged.
“I don’t…” Klaus’s eyes turned cold in a blink, his voice hardening. “Do you really expect me to forgive this?” He threw the papers at the Earl’s feet.
“Colonel—Klaus,” Eroica said firmly. “I love you. I will probably always love you. For a short time, I was able to help make you a happy man. Why can’t you accept that?”
“And then what?” Klaus snarled. “You would have me believe that I married to hide the fact that I’m a pervert like you? That my wife became you for me so I could—” He gave a shudder but pressed on. “So I could have you without feeling guilty.”
“Exactly.”
“You son-of-a-bitch.” Before Klaus realized what he was doing, he had punched Eroica, sending him sprawling. “This is a good place for me to kill you!”
“Fine! Go ahead,” Eroica spat back. “Right on Mercedes’ grave. The perfect place for it. I’m sure she’d be proud of you, Colonel!”
“Shut up!”
“Why? So you won’t have to face the truth?” Eroica snatched up some of the papers beside him and held them up to make his point. He got to his feet, his eyes blazing. “So you won’t have to admit to yourself that it was all a lie that you started?”
Klaus stood glaring at him for several seconds before grabbing him by the collar. “I’m not gonna kill you in the Churchyard,” he snapped as he dragged the Earl from the cemetery.
Eroica wondered if this meant he was going to kill him elsewhere. “Where are we going?”
“The Schloss.”
“Why?”
“Just shut up!” Klaus snapped as he thrust the Earl towards his car. “Get in.”
Eroica did as he was told, uncertain what was going on in the German’s mind. Had his grief finally sent him over the edge? “Colonel…” he said as Klaus got in.
Klaus turned a stony expression in the Earl’s direction and Eroica found himself clamping his mouth shut.
* * * * *
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