Avenoir

Avenoir - Kristen

Kristen

I watch John leave the room, and then slowly I turn back around to glare at the smug, sanctimonious bitch who is just constantly trying to make my life a misery.

"How dare you come in here and try to seduce my husband." I sneer at her. God, I fucking hate her. She's so fucking perfect and thoughtful and kind and .... Aaargh! Too good to be fucking true. Marlena-fucking-Evans, patron saint of the do-gooders and the holier than though brigade.

"That isn't what happened," she shakes her head and I want to slap that supercilious smirk off her ugly face. Ugh. I know she's not ugly. I know she's not. But I want her to be ugly. I should be the most beautiful woman in John's life. In his eyes. But how can I compete with that perfect bitch.

I scowl again and then I smirk. I can compete because I am the one married to John. Well, okay, maybe not, but she doesn't know that.

"He's my husband Marlena." I hold up the finger with the rock of a diamond engagement ring and the wedding ring he put on that freak, Susan's, finger. Marlena doesn't know the truth, and what she doesn't know, she can't use against me. I will be legally married to John before she knows anything different. I just need to keep her ignorant about Susan and the baby until I figure out how to get rid of good ol' Doc, permanently.

She just stares at me, unable to refute my statement. "That's right," I press home my claim on John's love and fidelity. "Mine. And I want you to stay the hell away from him." I point directly at her, frustrated and furious that she continues to intrude on my life and my relationship and try to seduce John away from me.

Marlena stands her ground, her hands on the hospital bed, lounging against it like she owns the fucking hospital. God, how I loathe that bitch.

"How dare you lash out at me after all you've done," she says. I can tell she's angry, but she says it remarkably calmly. "Your lies and your schemes. You even broke your own promise not to try to marry John."

"I already told you, that was his idea," I step forward towards her. I don't want anyone to overhear her. I can do my best to write off her ramblings as those of a jealous and insecure harpy, but there are people who won't believe me. Marlena is too highly thought of in this hospital. It makes me sick the way they all put her on a pedestal. The fucking perfect Doctor Evans; beautiful, kind, angelic.

Vomit!

I know, she's way too good to be true. If they only knew her like I do. Malicious and greedy, constantly trying to take away what's not hers. "He found the priest; he made all the arrangements." I remind her. If only I had really been the woman in that bed, giving birth to his child. But no, she took that away from me like she's trying to take John.

"Please, please!" She rolls her eyes, but I ignore her. "Lies."

"Simply because he wants to spend the rest of his life with me." I rub it in. It must chap her perfect, cute rounded ass that John chose to marry me. She might think he's secretly obsessed with her, but the fact is, whatever she thinks, whatever overdramatic drivel he wrote to her the night before his near-execution, he chose to marry me. It's been a year since her wrote that letter and I have his baby and his ring, and she has nothing, except her prying, her meddling, and her arrogance.

"Oh! Stop now!" She uses her hand to slice through my words, to punctuate her accusation. "Lies. Your whole life is about lies. In fact, if I hadn't seen you in delivery, I wouldn't have thought you were even pregnant."

"Poor pathetic little thing, you're just so jealous of me, aren't you?" I am unnerved by how close to the truth she is and decide that attack is the best form of defense.

"Jealous?" she demands, and I nod my head with a smug smile and hum my agreement. "Please don't flatter yourself." I can see I have irritated her, and it is a small victory for me. "I see things very clearly," she continues. "I see you using this child's illness to try and cement your relationship with John."

"I'm sorry?" I say indignantly, as though the thought hasn't even occurred to me. Maybe it wouldn't have if he was really my child. But he's not. He's not, because of her. My baby died because she wouldn't stay away from John. She wouldn't mind her own business, she had to be the weak, helpless victim who needed John's protection. She had to be the wounded sparrow that needed to be saved. Fucking bitch.

Stefano took her away and that should have been the end of it. I had John, I had our baby, and we were ecstatic. We would have looked after Belle and Brady. I would have been a wonderful mother to his children. Stefano would have had Marlena, and everyone would have been happy. Well, I guess not her, but then she'll never be happy. She's a perpetual martyr and even if she got her claws into John I have no doubt she would tire of him the way she did poor Roman and she would leave him heartbroken as she moved onto the next man. Well, I am not going to let that happen. I will save John from that particular heartache.

And I tried. I thought if Stefano had her, John would believe she had perished in a plane crash and he would eventually forget her and move on. But no, he had to find that damned headset. And then he had to go and play hero. He had to run off to Paris to go and rescue poor, helpless Doc. He almost got himself killed in the process. And my mother was killed. It's all Marlena's fault. I lost my baby and my mother in one fell swoop. Is it any wonder I hate her oh-so-perfect guts? All I want is John, our baby, and that bitch out of our lives. Is that too much to ask?

I guess it is. For right now.

I glare at her, daring her to accuse me again of using this baby's illness to bond John to me. Of course, we both know that's exactly what I intend to do, but John won't believe it. He loves me, and he won't like her accusations or her condescending attitude.

"But I'm not going to let you away with it," she says furiously. "I will put a stop to this."