CHAPTER 1
She lifted the knife as the thunder struck outside.
“You! You told me you loved me! LIAR!” she exclaimed as she began to stab the man.
Tears streaming down her face, she continued to violently thrust the weapon into his stomach until she could no longer hear his screams of pain. As she stared at his body, she began to weep even more profusely. She loved this man more than anything. More than herself. But, if she couldn’t have him, then no one could.
Realizing what she had done, the woman pulled herself together to dispose of the body. Putting the man’s corpse into a burlap sack, she called for her brother, Henry. Knowing he would keep this little secret, she asked for some help to drag him to the garden outside on the front lawn. Dragging the bag all throughout the house, they opened the door and made their way to the garden. They carefully placed his body near a bed of roses, hoping there was no evidence left.
The woman hurriedly ran inside, on the verge of tears, to the scene of the crime. Furiously cleaning the pool of blood on the wooden floor, she discovered some of the blood had stained the snow white cashmere rug. Rolling up the carpet, she placed it in a bag and continued cleaning the floor with the dirty rag, leaving no trace of evidence.
Henry suddenly appeared by the woman’s side, asking, “What do I need to do?” It was like he could read her mind.
She quickly remarked, “Take the bag to the dry cleaners. It has a stain on it. Make sure no one sees you. Leave no trace. And do not tell ANYONE.”
Grabbing the bag, he nodded and exited the room. He headed down the marble stairs, grabbed a credit card from the table on the foyer, and quietly left the mansion. The woman realized there was nothing more she could do. So she headed for her room quietly saying, “Playing with my feelings was a bad idea,” as she shut her door.
CHAPTER 2
The
house was in chaos. As Linda arose from her bed, she found the maids and
butlers nervously pacing around the mansion.
Confused
by all the hustle and bustle, she asked one of the maids, “Why is everyone
running around? Don’t you all have work to do? And where’s my husband?”
The
maid tearing up at her eyes squeaked, “Sorry madam, but there is some horrible
news… Your husband… Master is dead. We have already called the police to come
and investigate.”
Speechless,
Linda began to cry. She crumbled to the floor and her cries began to get
louder. The maids and butlers began to help their crying mistress up off the
ground.
Standing
up, she shouted, “WHERE? WHERE IS MY HUSBAND? I NEED TO SEEM HIM. I NEED TO SEE
HIM ONE LAST TIME.”
The servants brought her outside to the garden and
pointed to the roses. Linda ran to her husband’s dead body, weeping even more
than before. She cried and cried until she could cry no more. By this point,
the maids had to drag her away from the body, so the police could investigate.
