Entropy: A Story of Betrayal

By A.D. Seay

With an unfulfilling marriage and career, Sean finds himself on a quest for happiness that could cost him more than he’s willing to pay.
Cursed with unparalleled beauty, Suzy Brockman has spent her entire life teetering on the edge of disaster. Forced to endure the haunting consequence of a decision that could never be forgiven, she forged a way using the only means at her disposal. Will Suzy find peace with the only person who can see the power within her, or will one final betrayal seal her fate?

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.D. Seay
• Release date: Jun 10, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370829729

A.D. Seay

I went to college. I finished. I went to Grad school. I finished. I met a girl. She finished. Finishing things are overrated. The journey is not.

Book preview

It just has to be said: Carol snores like a narcoleptic walrus. Back when we were dating and I was more captivated with her form than her function, I managed to convince myself it was endearing, one of those little quirks that serves as the backdrop to a lifetime of mildly amusing stories told over tea. As it turns out, nothing kills youthful idealism like marriage, especially seven years of it.

The snoring has gotten a bit better since I threw in the towel and ponied up for one of those Hollywood shrinks. She may spend half the night tossing around now, but I’ve never been more rested. After my vasectomy, it’s the best money I ever spent.

I managed to sneak in a couple hours of sleep before her tossing and turning stopped and her nightly assault on my hearing commenced. A little at a time, I inched her head off of my arm, sliding from under the covers with the lightest touch. Shaking the life back into my arm, I felt around in the dark for my slippers. Only finding one, I tipped-toed down the stairs and made a beeline for the kitchen. Without bothering to flick on the light, I reached behind the refrigerator until I felt the cold touch of glass. Blowing away the dust, a wry smile plastered on my face, I twisted off the lid in eager anticipation of the glory to come. My eyes bulged as it all came spewing out the moment it touched my tongue. Wiping my chin with my sleeve, I took one whiff of the bottle and almost chucked it against the wall. Apple Cider Vinegar. That’s dirty, even for Carol.

As I wiped up the floor with my sock – half amused but wholly ticked – Suzy popped into my