He was a hot shot buisness man. He called himself "Bulletproof", well that was a matter of opinion.
"Mr Walker, your wife is here to see you," I feigned a smile to the reception who had swum in make-up before coming to work this morning. She smiled back, but her eyes screamed loathing. The silver doors slid open, revealing even more metalic silver. On entering the lift, I checked my reflection. Making sure I was in check, the perfect wife. . . for now. Soft tunes were sent from the speaker. His office was on the twenty fourth floor and I was going straight up.
The doors open to see him on the other side, smiling like bleak idiot, I smiled back, pretending to be happy. He lent over and kissed me on the cheek, his scent repulsing me more than ever.
"Hey Vi, what are you doing here?" My name is Violet, not Vi! I mentally screamed.
"Just came to pay you a visit," I offered. He nodded accepting that this was an entirely plausable thing for a wife to do. His office was grand, views from every wall, a state of the art systems, no witnesses. Perfect.
"John, I need to tell you something. . . I'm pregnant," I tried to sound as serious as possible, but I was lying of course.
"That-" I raised my hand and cut him off. Sweat began to prick against my neck. Adrenaline swimming frantically through my veins, it was time.
"It isn't yours." I could pin point the moment his heart broke. He didn't realised I knew about Claire and Amber and Alice and Jasmine and Paul, yes Paul. He stood up and started pacing frantically. I did my best to disguise the smile, but it just kept coming back. I was in paradise but he was in hell. I slipped off my Jimmy Choo heels and stood up.
"Don't come near me!" He yelled, clearly fustrated. I was so happy. The most happy I had ever been, better than my wedding day, better than when he said he loved me, a lot better then our honeymoon. I knelt down and took the four inch red heel in my hand. I walked over to him child like hiding the shoe behind my back. He was so oblivious it was perfect.
"Now don't be upset sweety."I said sweetly.
"Don't be upset. Don't be upset! How do you expect me to feel!" He screamed. His voice crawled to each end of the room and then back.
"Well why don't we ask Jasmine. Oh no many Alice? Heck let's ask Paul shall we!" My voie had lost it's calm adge and now became abrupt and painful. I could see the reckoning began to crawl on his face.
"How did - how did you find out about those," his voice cracked.I just laughed, outloud this time. It sounded like heaven.
"Password isn't a great password," I said smugly. I said him gulp. I saw the bead of sweat run down his forhead, down the side on his face and onto his neck. The next thing I saw was the heel of my shoe enter his throat. I felt every drop of anger enter his body. All my tears, my agony, my lost love, was dissapearing with every second. Blood poured from his neck in an unholy manner, spilling crimson stains onto the cream carpet. He fell to his knees gripping his throat in agony, pleading for my help. I just laughed in his face. I could smell the sickly the aroma of his blood and I was relishing in it.
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The door opened to reveal the secratary standing in front of me.
"What was going up there?" She asked
"Go and see. Mr Walker is not ready for his three o'clock, Alice." I said slowly. I pushed past her and out the building. I sat in my car for a while. . . silent. Then just laughed. I laughed harder when Alice ran out the building crying and screaming. I didn't care, I hated the man. He was nothing to me. He was a fancy buisness, who was a liar, unfaithful and had a fancy office on the twenty fourth floor.
