Della and Jim

Della and Jim Part III

After the whole night, Della had decided: she was going to divorce Jim. At the breakfast table, she told her parents of her decision. Her parents supported her decision and Timothy told Della that she would get a lawyer for her to send the divorce letters to Jim. Meanwhile, she was going to go shopping for an evening gown for the Christmas party.

Timothy was supposed to have gone out for a meeting with his friends, as he had told Della. But he chose to drive the car himself instead of getting his chauffeur. He chose to drive the Mazda so as not to draw any attention, despite how uncomfortable it was.

Upon reaching his destination, he walked to the far end of the corridor, and entered the room. As expected, the woman had arrived.

"I've ordered a cup of latte for you," she said simply.

He sat down and remarked expressionlessly, "I see how effective you have been. Della has returned home. How did you do it?"

Smirking, she leaned forward, sipped a bit of latte, before replying, "Time was rather tight last night, actually. The private investigator had told me that Della was leaving the house. Upon knowing that she was heading towards the town, I brought Jim there. Then he said that Della entered the mall. I was afraid that by the time we arrived at the mall, she would have left, but thankfully she had been wandering around and entered the supermarket. I supposed what happened subsequently, she would have told you."

He nodded thoughtfully. Then, he reached into his pocket and took out a cheque book and wrote a cheque of $32,000 to Bella.

"I will pay you the outstanding after you have completed the second part of your job," he declared.

Standing up, he glared at Bella and whispered into her ear, "You are a smart woman. You ought to know what to do and that I still withhold your secret and can report you at any time. And do not, do it to Jim, for it's then that he can feel the pain of loss." Bella's face had no trace of fright, and still smiling, replied, "I will reciprocate what you do." As the silhouette of the man faded away with his footsteps, she toyed with the cheque and glanced at it thoughtfully, then kept the cheque in her clutch and finished her cup of cappuccino.