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Scorned (America) 1 of 2

I wrote this after watching S1EP14 of The Golden Girls. This is a two-part story, I'll be uploading the next part soon. :D

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"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" – William Congreve, The Mourning Bride

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YOU COULD kill him.

   You sat in your office, curtains closed.

   That afternoon, right after examining the corpses of a couple—a man who killed his wife and then himself—you went to get a Twix from the vending machine when your phone buzzed with a new message. It was from one of your closest friends.

   The text alone was simple and short, but also ominous:

   [Name], I'm sorry.

   Your phone buzzed again; it was a video clip. You looked around and then leaned on the wall before hitting the play button.

   The cameraperson was hidden in what looked like a closet, you could tell because they were crouched down and light peered through the tiny opening between the slightly open doors. You couldn't see anything for a while and the only sound in the video was the controlled breathing of the cameraperson.

   About fifteen seconds in, you saw a woman's legs walk past the camera. You squinted and realized that she was standing over a bed. There was giggling, followed by a white towel dropping around the woman's ankles.

   Someone—a man wearing a suit tackled her to the bed. The action was so fast and the quality of the video made it near impossible to identify who those legs belonged to, but considering what the text message said beforehand... You bit down on your lip.

   There's no way, you thought. It can't be.

   And then it came.

   They laughed and your heart stopped, your vision blurring. That laugh. There was no mistaking who that man was.

   That was Alfred's laugh. That was your husband's laugh.

   You went to your office and then called the person who sent you the video, Arin. She was a reporter and often had to attend Alfred's speeches concerning his hotel and casino; apparently, she grew suspicious because she noticed that he and his secretary had been acting close for a while.

   His secretary was Maria, someone you've met a couple of times before; you didn't think much about her—just a random woman who worked for your husband. But now you knew what she really was. A slut.

   When you asked her when she started to notice, she paused. She exhaled, "Three weeks ago"

   You couldn't swallow the lump in your throat.

   "And the video?"

   Another pause. "Last night"

   Last night you finally got a chance to eat dinner together but he cancelled last minute. Stood up by your own husband of five years.

   You gritted your teeth; this has been going on for three twenty-one days. It wasn't a drunken mistake that could be pardoned, it held potential for something more permanent; more serious.

   That explained why you kept getting new jewels every week.

   You could kill him.

   You've studied the deaths of people for years; you knew that without a body there wouldn't be a case and certain poisons required specific tests to identify them. You had a lawyer friend who worked for the mob, and he was like family to you. You just needed to talk to him and he would make a few calls and help get rid of the evidence.

   But that would be too easy, that would be letting him and her win.

   "Name? There... there's something else" Arin sounded hesitant.

   You said nothing and waited.

   "I did something illegal... You see, I've been asking around and his secretary apparently has been having mood swings and weird cravings lately."

   Oh, no.

   "I followed her to this clinic. When she left she was crying and smiling. I had to confirm so I... I kind of... sort of messed with the fire alarm. While everyone ran out I found her file." Arin took another deep breath.

   "She's pregnant."

   You held up your left hand and stared at the engagement ring. Alfred mentioned wanting to have a family once, but you were both so busy with work to even see each other there was just no way you could raise a kid.

   And then he said something stupid.

   "Why don't you just quit your job? You don't need the money."

   You knew many women who were housewives: Arin and Allen's mother was a housewife, your grandmother was a housewife, your aunt was a housewife—Mrs. Incredible was a housewife. Their hard work shouldn't be treated lightly, it took a lot of strength and patience to raise a family and the world would be a much better place if some parents did their best.

   "It's not just about the money, Alfred."

   But that life wasn't for you, not yet. You weren't ready; he wasn't ready.

   He just stormed out, slammed the door and drove away from the condo. You had that fight with him three months ago.

   The scum.

   Arin said your name and you turned your attention back to her.

   "Thank you" You said, "Some friends are unwilling to step into these kind of situations but you did. Thank you."

   "Name... please don't do anything crazy. I'm the crazy one between us, not you; so promise me you won't do anything stupid like cause a scene during his speeches. You're more dignified than that."

   You closed your eyes. "I promise, Arin, I won't lay a finger on him."

   "All right. Are you free tonight? Allen and I will take you out and he'll help with the divorce."

   "No... thank you, but I just want to be by myself right now. I want to clear my mind and confront Alfred about this." You stood up "Tell Allen I said hi."

   Before she could say goodbye, you hung up. You played with your ring for a while and then opened your contact list.

   You promised Arin you wouldn't lay a hand on him. Nobody said anything about the side dish.

   The phone rang twice.

   You forced yourself to smile as you spoke "Hello, Maria. This is going to sound odd but... do you care to join me for dinner tonight?"

To be continued

*Arin and Allen are your close friends.

*Maria is an ironic name I chose for the whore who agreed to sleep with somebody else's husband, but the character herself is fictional and any similarities with any of you is pure coincidence.

*JUST SO WE'RE CLEAR, both men and women are capable of adultery.

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