#Inntales-3
YOU!
The wind blows in through the open window. I sashay past the ivory chest of drawers, running one pointed finger along the top. I glance at the ornate mirror, bang opposite our
king- sized bed. Sighing, I sit on the velvet, 2 piece divan, awaiting your arrival. My mind drifts off…………..
Two years earlier, I had glanced upon you. Me, a brand new intern, at your office, all of 21 and an orphan. I was all excited, first day, first job, new beginnings. You swept me off my feet, right from the get- go.
I was assigned to be your secretary. ‘Sexy- tary,’ you would smirk. I was tickled pink.
No one had ever said anything nice about me! Boy, did you knock the socks off my feet. A whirlwind romance began. I considered you my very own ‘Mr Grey’!
You were twice- divorced, you were pushing forty-two! SO WHAT! My one close friend growing up, Maggie, tried to dissuade me from dating him. I was adamant. We were married within six months! You wined, dined, wooed me and made me your ‘pretty- little -woman- at- home!’
I hated the fact that I had stopped working the minute I had started..but I must admit, I was deliriously happy. I travelled and ate to my hearts content, thereby putting on several pounds in a short span of time! I found that you had begun pulling away from me.
Longer meetings, plenty of trips overseas. I begged of you to let me get back to work. ‘NO’, you said hurriedly. ‘ There is no need for you to work. Stay here and work out in the gym at home.’ I was dejected that the future I saw for myself was being put on the back burner! I had actually worked really hard to get to where I was, before I fell in love with you.
It was our first anniversary. I waited but you never came home.I cried myself to sleep. Few days later, I slyly checked your phone. My 20/20 vision had learnt your password. What I saw there, nearly gave me a heart attack! Even though you were a heart patient, having had a mini -heart attack when your second wife took you to the cleaners. I saw messages from atleast two young women, with one mentioning- ‘Thank you for last night, Mark, my honey!’
Last night was supposed to be OUR special night. You spent it with some bimbo named CANDY. What did she do? What did she have that I didn’t? Did you lick her, like she was a CANDY?
I was livid but stayed quiet. My hands were tied, literally—going on 23, with a cheating husband and a career that never took off. I made efforts to lose weight. But you were oblivious. I cooked up a storm. You couldn’t care less.I even applied for a job but you would have none of it.
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My mind came back to the present as I heard the jangling of keys in the door. You and your bimbo had arrived. I had always had my spare set of keys. I swiftly hid beneath the bed.
CANDY was giggling and stripping as soon as she entered the room. It was 8th March, our second Wedding Anniversary. CANDY was busy cooing into your ears, about how special You had made her feel on Women’s Day!
Women’s Day!!!
Why, I had almost forgotten about it. But not quite. Well, it’s about time THIS WOMAN MADE an entry.
I materialise from under the bed. You glance at me in horror! ‘Alicccccccia……’ you call my name and choke on your words. A fatal heart attack is what I wished on you and that’s exactly what happened. Meanwhile, Candy, pale as a ghost, unable to see my reflection in the mirror, headed her nude form out the bedroom. You- my lover- lay dead, in OUR BED!
I sniggered as I flew out the window, a happy Soul who had freed herself right on Women’s Day. I digress here—– ladies, if you see a red flag, head for the hills. Lest you get pushed into a ravine. I’ll explain- —
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A month before you brutally murdered me, you took me to a different spot, far from our regular Look- Out -Point. You had suddenly become very loving prior to this outing. I thought you were turning over a new leaf. You even enrolled me in an MBA Course! You promised me it would help my ‘career’.
Seated at the precipice, you pretended to kiss me passionately, and then you pushed me into the ravine!
No one bothered to check up on me. They believed your story that I had gone on a trip with an old classmate.
But You, my love, underestimated my will power. YOU, my love, simply thought that you had gotten rid of me, for good. I had the last laugh. I can exist freely, albeit in the Spirit world. I had always wanted to truly give back to society, having been raised in an orphanage. Maybe I can make it my goal to snuff out many more ‘Cheaters.’
YOU, my Love, YOU go to hell!!
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