Deadly Secrets *Completed*

Chapter Three- The Cheater

Chapter Three: The Cheater

The nighttime breeze was warm, blowing through the trees, wrapping around him gently and sounding almost like a whisper, "Take her now." But, he knew better than to listen to the darkness that was within him at that moment. It was too soon. She had captured his 'special' attention two days prior. Deep in his gut, he could always tell who was a cheater and she was a cheater. His instinct never failed him or led him in the wrong direction.

Ryder would park his truck, Ruby, under the trees at the edge of the woods and walks a mile through the trees to his new victims home. He was dressed in black clothing to blend into the shadows the towering trees provided that surrounded the victims secluded home. He assumed the husband picked this place due to his occupation. Prosecuting criminals could always take a turn for the worst. They could hunt them down or have a hit man take them out, either way, it would result in their death.

She had shoulder length fiery-red hair that shined under any light, whether it was a lamp post or the pale reflection of the moon. Ocean-blue eyes and perfect facial features, no doubt plastic surgery, could lure any man.

She came from money. Her husband, Jack Lyle, was a well-known lawyer for a big company. He gave Marilyn anything her heart desired and how did she repay him? By giving her heart to another, his best friend, Jake Thomas. Jake was big on working out and owned his own gym. It was rather cliché on her part. Jake was well toned, a perfectly sculpted eight pack and chocolate brown hair that hung just below his jaw line.

She was a fake, a liar, and most importantly a cheater. He hated a cheater more than anything. The couple owned a white three-story Victorian home. Each day, he would carefully watch her, taking notes on her and her husband's daily routines.

Jack Lyle: "Approximately Five-am Jack walks his Great Dane for fifteen minutes. He leaves for work at six-thirty in the morning, Monday through Friday and every other Saturday. He drives a white Jaguar, tan leather seats and hanging from his rear view mirror was a sterling-silver necklace. What the significance of the necklace was unknown. But, it is assumed to be a gift from his wife. Jack never comes home for lunch. He always dines at work or at a local restaurant. The time he arrives home is almost always around eight o'clock in the evening and walks his Gray Merle Dane once again for fifteen minutes then proceeds inside for late dinner."

Marilyn Lyle: "Her perfect husband bought her a white BMW with black leather seats. Hanging on her mirror is a pink pearl necklace, no doubt bought by the husband. Every morning at eight o'clock Marilyn makes her breakfast of dry toast and black coffee. Afterward, she showers and dresses in a different figure-hugging silk dress, walks out of the home with a small duffle bag and gets into her car and leaves. Her hair is always styled with perfect curls, nails polished to perfection. She continues her route for twenty minutes, arriving at Jake's single-story red-bricked home and parks her vehicle in his garage. For three hours they role-play. Each day their role-play is different. After their fantasy has played out Marilyn kisses him goodbye at the front door and leaves. After the sex session, her hunger for blowing her husband's hard earned money grows ravenous. Pointless items that aren't a necessity are bought. She always buys a pair of sexy pumps and after spending a few thousand like it was of no value, she heads home to wash away her sins and when her husband returns home, she returns to playing the faithful loving wife. What a lying sack of shit."

During the day he watched her from the vacant house across the street, the longer he observed, the angrier he got. His blood boiled, his skin felt like it was on fire and his breathing deepened with rage. He gritted his teeth as he discreetly peered through the windows with his binoculars. Muscles tensed, he was consumed by the thought, his fingers itched to grip her by the throat and squeeze the life from her. He could see a rope pulled tightly around her neck as she struggled to breathe. He inhaled long and deeply, exhaling slowly and composing himself. Almost time, but not quite yet.