The Betrayal Of Fortunato

Looking back on it now,I feel as if I could have perhaps seen this coming,if I had paid closer attention to Fortunato’s misbehaviors as we were growing up. That I could have perhaps foreseen his betrayal,and perchance change the outcome of what is now the smoking wreckage that was once our friendship. Fortunato had always been an overindulged child, wanting anything and everything he could get his hands on the moment he saw it,and when he couldn’t do so through his family’s wealth,he’d stoop to petty schemes and trickery,and ultimately,betrayal. I was credulous to think I was an exception to that. And once I had something he wanted,he wasted no time in stabbing me in the back. But I had had just as much fond memories of Fortunato just as …show more content…
We had known each other since late boyhood,and though I didn’t always share in his callous sense of humor or his sordid way of getting what he wanted,I still enjoyed his company. We had grand times together. We were so close that I decided that I wanted to go into business with Fortunato,that way we could implement our dynamic as not only friends,but as partners. I shared this dream of opening a winery with him,with me as the head vintner and he as the the sponsor and endorser,with his resources and influence over the higher socialites. It became his dream too upon hearing it,he had even told me so! I was wholeheartedly willing to share my dream with him, which had then become our dream,and yet he’d still felt the need to take it away and keep it for himself,just like the spoiled brat he’d never matured from! I was terribly wounded,and livid. But I had still held out hope. Hope that I was mistaken,or at the very least that once he’d see my face,the face of his best friend that had been by his side since the remainder of our childhood,he’d realized the wrong he was doing to me,to the both of us. But he hadn’t. Instead,when I had confronted him,he had mocked me,threatening me with an onslaught of his family’s lawyers that if I dared try to claim that the winery was in any way my idea,my life as I knew it would be over. But he had no need to do …show more content…
I lost both my friend and my dream with that betrayal,and I had also lost my hope. I had thought I was going to live the rest of my life in misery and regret over my own blindness to my best friend’s true malignance. I hadn’t had the slightest idea that I was still angry at Fortunato,none at all. That is,until I saw him again,years later. And all of a sudden,years and years of latent pain and sorrow rose inside me,and all I could think about as I watched him from across the street,was vengeance. The word floated in my brain just as my vision went red upon seeing my old friend, and I had to exercise all my restraint in order to keep from running across that street to wring his throat,which had become flabby and wrinkled with age and whatever bad habits he had picked up as a wealthy business owner over the years. All upon the bedrock of our once shared dream. There was no hurt this time,only the need to hurt,to