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THE WIFE TO BE
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SHE’S PLOTTING AGAINST YOUR WIFE-TO-BE. CAN YOU PROTECT HER FROM HER?
I have never hated someone with every fiber of my being before until I heard about Rosina Scott, my boyfriend’s wife-to-be.
If Evans thinks he’s going to live happily ever after with Rosina, then he’s as mad as he is crazy. I will not sacrifice ten years of my life for a man only for him to leave me for a woman young enough to be my kid sister.
I’m not a jealous ex. It’s just not fair that Evans will humiliate me like this, after everything I did for him. If you hear I’ve been arrested for premeditated murder, believe it, because Evans has no idea what I’m capable of. I’m just getting started.
CHAPTER 1
Stronger than a lover’s love is a lover’s hate.
—Euripides.
NOW
THEY SAY LOVE is blind. I wish I had known that ten years ago, or maybe I did know but just didn’t understand it then. I was gullible, naïve, foolish, and all the other clichés you would use to refer to a young lady who blundered. Truth is that I never expected this. Never dreamt it. It still didn’t make any sense. Okay, maybe it did. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I don’t believe that. If it truly does, Evans wouldn’t have found my replacement so quickly while I languished in prison for a crime he committed. Stupid me. I thought I was in love. I was willing to sacrifice everything for him, even my freedom, and what did I get in return? A broken heart.
When I was in college, I watched my female friends get broken hearts over something as silly as being dumped for another girl. I used to watch them cry their eyes out over a man who they probably wouldn’t meet again after college, and through it all, I sat by them as any friend would do, saying, “I’m so sorry. It’s going to be all right. Eventually, the right person will come your way.”
I didn’t know what I was saying then, but now I do, and I understand what they felt. I didn’t feel it then because it didn’t happen to me, but now it has happened to me, and it’s excruciating. It’s not the thought of another woman replacing me that hurts me. It’s the thought of being betrayed by someone close to me. Someone I trusted so much that I was willing to go to prison for. So that was how my friends felt? God, if I had known it would be this painful, I wouldn’t have fallen in love.
It’s unfair how men easily find soulmates even when they are aging. But it’s a lot more complicated when you’re a woman, and you’re hitting forty with no stable job, along with a criminal record too. What’s worse, the man you trusted has left you for another woman. A pretty young woman who is a decade younger.
I must admit Rosina Scott is extremely beautiful. Brown hair cascading down her slender shoulders like a sliding avalanche, an oblong face, a nose that ridges out into thin lips—God, she looks like one of those cover girls. Those girls that I can never compete with in terms of beauty. Those girls that have everything that I don’t. I’m the polar opposite of them, and it makes perfect sense why Evans chose her over me.
Rosina Scott has no idea I’ve stalking her ever since I was released from prison and found out she’s Evans’ wife-to-be. Wife-to-be my foot! That stupid wedding will only come on over my dead body. Evans thinks life is as easy as ABCD. He has no idea.
My mother once told me that you reap what you sow. I reaped what I didn’t sow because love blinded me. Now I’m supposed to watch as the man who shattered my life gets married to a woman who isn’t me. That isn’t happening anytime soon. Maybe you wouldn’t do anything and rely on karma, but I won’t. If karma exists at all, I don’t have the patience to wait for it. After all, what do I have to lose? I’ve been to prison once for manslaughter. Going to prison again for premeditated murder will be fun, because I already know the environment. Plus, I’d be in prison for what I did commit this time round.
Flipping the glove compartment open, I take out the gun I bought years ago and dip it into my handbag. Rosina’s murder will be swift. I will shoot her five times; two in the head and three in the chest. Then I will watch her bleed to death and wait for the police to arrive. I don’t care about the people in the café. All I care about is killing Rosina, and I’m going to achieve that today.
She’s laughing like a crazy woman. I don’t blame her. She thinks she’s on top of the world because she has my Evans. She raises her mug and sips from it, then places it down and talks to the woman sitting across from her in the corner booth.
She has no idea. I’ll probably take her by surprise. I can’t wait to see the horror on her face when I shoot her in the head. She deserves worse than death for being a gold digger. Didn’t her mother teach her not to play around with men old enough to be her father? What a shameful lady!
Sighing softly, I push the door to my sedan and step out, the autumn air assailing my nostrils. I cross over to the other pavement with unfamiliar commuters moving briskly ahead of me. Eddy’s Café stands right on my left, towering into the atmosphere. It’s large and renovated. This is where she takes her coffee every morning since I started following her. She mostly comes alone, and I watch her from my car, sometimes with binoculars as she lingers with a newspaper over her beverage. But today she’s with somebody. A friend or a coworker.
Oh, crap! I’ve forgotten Rosina doesn’t work, or maybe she does, and I don’t know. She’s going to be Evans’ trophy wife—she’s going to take my place and I can’t stop hating her.
Through the glass pane, I see her talking to a plump waitress. She hands her dollar notes, and the woman scurries away. They’re about to leave! I increase my steps, pushing past a couple of women chattering away. They frown, definitely muttering insults at me.
Then suddenly I halt out of shock. What’s Parker doing here? Even from the people in front of him, I make him out easily. It’s only when he’s in the midst of people that I notice he’s quite tall, maybe six point three feet. His dark hair glistens in the rays of the sun. Although his eyes are encased behind retro aviator sunglasses, I still see them looking at me. He hurries toward me, and I take to my heels, gripping my bag to my side. I dash past several pedestrians and make my way to the entrance. But before I open it, Parker nears me and grabs my hand, dragging me a distance away from the café.
“Let go of me, Parker! You have no right being here!”
He doesn’t stop to reply, and I begin to hate telling him about my plan to kill Rosina. We cross the road to my car parallel parked to the embankment. My peripheral vision tells me we’re being watched, but I don’t care.
“Let go of me, Parker!” I yell to no avail.
It’s only when we reach the side of the door that he lets go of my hand and I huff. I inhale sharply, my feet aching from the short run. I feel the pain down my spine, and I think I should start going to the gym. Damn Parker for letting me run in slippers!
He takes off his glasses and I give him a once-over as though his appearance matters at the moment. He has an oblong face with a sharp jawline, a pointed nose and very thin lips. His appearance has changed over the years. I haven’t had time to see his face since I was released from prison. Right now I hate him for ruining my plan.
He snatches my handbag and rips it open, inspecting its contents. He takes out the pistol, stuffs it into his pocket, and glares at me. “Really! We talked about this.”
I snap, “We didn’t talk about anything. You tried to dissuade me from doing the right thing.”
He arches a brow. “The right thing? Killing Rosina is the right thing to do?”
I say nonchalantly, “Yeah, and I would have done it if you hadn’t shown up at the eleventh hour to ruin it.”
I lunge at him and tug his coat, hitting his muscular chest repeatedly. “Why, Parker? Why?” Tears snake down my cheeks.
He reaches for my hand and gently pulls them backward, wrapping his arms around me. “You’re not okay, Isla. I think you need to see a therapist. This isn’t helping. It’s affecting you mentally and emotionally.”
I cry into his shirt, and that’s when I realize I’ve been longing to do that. I just haven’t gotten a shoulder to cry on. This feels like a bad dream, one that I don’t want to have. How am I supposed to watch while Evans gets married to her?
“I want to kill her, Parker. She destroyed my life.”
Parker brushes my back and says, “No. Don’t blame Rosina. Evans fell in love with her and has decided to marry her instead of you. It isn’t Rosina’s fault.”
I cry harder from hearing this. “But why would Evans do this to me? Why? I trusted him. For crying out loud, I went to prison for him. I was willing to do anything for him. Why, Parker? Why?”
Fabrics rustle as he pulls me closer into his shoulder, clutching me like delicate eggs and patting my back. “I’m sorry you’re going through this. I’ve booked an appointment with Dr. Flynn. She’s a gem!”
I let that pass into the thin air. I’m not going to see a shrink. God, no! What does Parker think? That I’m a crazy ex with a vendetta against my replacement? Well, the second part is correct. I have a vendetta against Rosina Scott, and I’ll kill her in a heartbeat if I get the chance.
After absorbing much of his warmth, I pull away and look at him. He fondles my face and for a split second, my murderous thoughts wane. Parker is a gift from God. I don’t know what I’d have done if I didn’t meet him.
“You know something?”
He shakes his head. “I still love him like never before even after he betrayed me. That’s what hurts me the most.”
He gives me a rueful smile. “I don’t blame you. Let me take you out for breakfast. We can talk better.”
I don’t want to leave yet, but there’s no way Rosina will die today when Parker is here. Maybe another time. Rosina has escaped death today. I will get the opportunity again. She isn’t getting married to Evans. That—I promise—will only happen over my dead body.
© A.R. Ally
SHE’S PLOTTING AGAINST YOUR WIFE-TO-BE. CAN YOU PROTECT HER FROM HER?
I have never hated someone with every fiber of my being before until I heard about Rosina Scott, my boyfriend’s wife-to-be.
If Evans thinks he’s going to live happily ever after with Rosina, then he’s as mad as he is crazy. I will not sacrifice ten years of my life for a man only for him to leave me for a woman young enough to be my kid sister.
I’m not a jealous ex. It’s just not fair that Evans will humiliate me like this, after everything I did for him. If you hear I’ve been arrested for premeditated murder, believe it, because Evans has no idea what I’m capable of. I’m just getting started.
CHAPTER 1
Stronger than a lover’s love is a lover’s hate.
—Euripides.
NOW
THEY SAY LOVE is blind. I wish I had known that ten years ago, or maybe I did know but just didn’t understand it then. I was gullible, naïve, foolish, and all the other clichés you would use to refer to a young lady who blundered. Truth is that I never expected this. Never dreamt it. It still didn’t make any sense. Okay, maybe it did. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I don’t believe that. If it truly does, Evans wouldn’t have found my replacement so quickly while I languished in prison for a crime he committed. Stupid me. I thought I was in love. I was willing to sacrifice everything for him, even my freedom, and what did I get in return? A broken heart.
When I was in college, I watched my female friends get broken hearts over something as silly as being dumped for another girl. I used to watch them cry their eyes out over a man who they probably wouldn’t meet again after college, and through it all, I sat by them as any friend would do, saying, “I’m so sorry. It’s going to be all right. Eventually, the right person will come your way.”
I didn’t know what I was saying then, but now I do, and I understand what they felt. I didn’t feel it then because it didn’t happen to me, but now it has happened to me, and it’s excruciating. It’s not the thought of another woman replacing me that hurts me. It’s the thought of being betrayed by someone close to me. Someone I trusted so much that I was willing to go to prison for. So that was how my friends felt? God, if I had known it would be this painful, I wouldn’t have fallen in love.
It’s unfair how men easily find soulmates even when they are aging. But it’s a lot more complicated when you’re a woman, and you’re hitting forty with no stable job, along with a criminal record too. What’s worse, the man you trusted has left you for another woman. A pretty young woman who is a decade younger.
I must admit Rosina Scott is extremely beautiful. Brown hair cascading down her slender shoulders like a sliding avalanche, an oblong face, a nose that ridges out into thin lips—God, she looks like one of those cover girls. Those girls that I can never compete with in terms of beauty. Those girls that have everything that I don’t. I’m the polar opposite of them, and it makes perfect sense why Evans chose her over me.
Rosina Scott has no idea I’ve stalking her ever since I was released from prison and found out she’s Evans’ wife-to-be. Wife-to-be my foot! That stupid wedding will only come on over my dead body. Evans thinks life is as easy as ABCD. He has no idea.
My mother once told me that you reap what you sow. I reaped what I didn’t sow because love blinded me. Now I’m supposed to watch as the man who shattered my life gets married to a woman who isn’t me. That isn’t happening anytime soon. Maybe you wouldn’t do anything and rely on karma, but I won’t. If karma exists at all, I don’t have the patience to wait for it. After all, what do I have to lose? I’ve been to prison once for manslaughter. Going to prison again for premeditated murder will be fun, because I already know the environment. Plus, I’d be in prison for what I did commit this time round.
Flipping the glove compartment open, I take out the gun I bought years ago and dip it into my handbag. Rosina’s murder will be swift. I will shoot her five times; two in the head and three in the chest. Then I will watch her bleed to death and wait for the police to arrive. I don’t care about the people in the café. All I care about is killing Rosina, and I’m going to achieve that today.
She’s laughing like a crazy woman. I don’t blame her. She thinks she’s on top of the world because she has my Evans. She raises her mug and sips from it, then places it down and talks to the woman sitting across from her in the corner booth.
She has no idea. I’ll probably take her by surprise. I can’t wait to see the horror on her face when I shoot her in the head. She deserves worse than death for being a gold digger. Didn’t her mother teach her not to play around with men old enough to be her father? What a shameful lady!
Sighing softly, I push the door to my sedan and step out, the autumn air assailing my nostrils. I cross over to the other pavement with unfamiliar commuters moving briskly ahead of me. Eddy’s Café stands right on my left, towering into the atmosphere. It’s large and renovated. This is where she takes her coffee every morning since I started following her. She mostly comes alone, and I watch her from my car, sometimes with binoculars as she lingers with a newspaper over her beverage. But today she’s with somebody. A friend or a coworker.
Oh, crap! I’ve forgotten Rosina doesn’t work, or maybe she does, and I don’t know. She’s going to be Evans’ trophy wife—she’s going to take my place and I can’t stop hating her.
Through the glass pane, I see her talking to a plump waitress. She hands her dollar notes, and the woman scurries away. They’re about to leave! I increase my steps, pushing past a couple of women chattering away. They frown, definitely muttering insults at me.
Then suddenly I halt out of shock. What’s Parker doing here? Even from the people in front of him, I make him out easily. It’s only when he’s in the midst of people that I notice he’s quite tall, maybe six point three feet. His dark hair glistens in the rays of the sun. Although his eyes are encased behind retro aviator sunglasses, I still see them looking at me. He hurries toward me, and I take to my heels, gripping my bag to my side. I dash past several pedestrians and make my way to the entrance. But before I open it, Parker nears me and grabs my hand, dragging me a distance away from the café.
“Let go of me, Parker! You have no right being here!”
He doesn’t stop to reply, and I begin to hate telling him about my plan to kill Rosina. We cross the road to my car parallel parked to the embankment. My peripheral vision tells me we’re being watched, but I don’t care.
“Let go of me, Parker!” I yell to no avail.
It’s only when we reach the side of the door that he lets go of my hand and I huff. I inhale sharply, my feet aching from the short run. I feel the pain down my spine, and I think I should start going to the gym. Damn Parker for letting me run in slippers!
He takes off his glasses and I give him a once-over as though his appearance matters at the moment. He has an oblong face with a sharp jawline, a pointed nose and very thin lips. His appearance has changed over the years. I haven’t had time to see his face since I was released from prison. Right now I hate him for ruining my plan.
He snatches my handbag and rips it open, inspecting its contents. He takes out the pistol, stuffs it into his pocket, and glares at me. “Really! We talked about this.”
I snap, “We didn’t talk about anything. You tried to dissuade me from doing the right thing.”
He arches a brow. “The right thing? Killing Rosina is the right thing to do?”
I say nonchalantly, “Yeah, and I would have done it if you hadn’t shown up at the eleventh hour to ruin it.”
I lunge at him and tug his coat, hitting his muscular chest repeatedly. “Why, Parker? Why?” Tears snake down my cheeks.
He reaches for my hand and gently pulls them backward, wrapping his arms around me. “You’re not okay, Isla. I think you need to see a therapist. This isn’t helping. It’s affecting you mentally and emotionally.”
I cry into his shirt, and that’s when I realize I’ve been longing to do that. I just haven’t gotten a shoulder to cry on. This feels like a bad dream, one that I don’t want to have. How am I supposed to watch while Evans gets married to her?
“I want to kill her, Parker. She destroyed my life.”
Parker brushes my back and says, “No. Don’t blame Rosina. Evans fell in love with her and has decided to marry her instead of you. It isn’t Rosina’s fault.”
I cry harder from hearing this. “But why would Evans do this to me? Why? I trusted him. For crying out loud, I went to prison for him. I was willing to do anything for him. Why, Parker? Why?”
Fabrics rustle as he pulls me closer into his shoulder, clutching me like delicate eggs and patting my back. “I’m sorry you’re going through this. I’ve booked an appointment with Dr. Flynn. She’s a gem!”
I let that pass into the thin air. I’m not going to see a shrink. God, no! What does Parker think? That I’m a crazy ex with a vendetta against my replacement? Well, the second part is correct. I have a vendetta against Rosina Scott, and I’ll kill her in a heartbeat if I get the chance.
After absorbing much of his warmth, I pull away and look at him. He fondles my face and for a split second, my murderous thoughts wane. Parker is a gift from God. I don’t know what I’d have done if I didn’t meet him.
“You know something?”
He shakes his head. “I still love him like never before even after he betrayed me. That’s what hurts me the most.”
He gives me a rueful smile. “I don’t blame you. Let me take you out for breakfast. We can talk better.”
I don’t want to leave yet, but there’s no way Rosina will die today when Parker is here. Maybe another time. Rosina has escaped death today. I will get the opportunity again. She isn’t getting married to Evans. That—I promise—will only happen over my dead body.
© A.R. Ally
