"You are everything I despise in a woman, Angela would never have done that." "Oh! Wow, now you are comparing me to your mistress who wrecked our marriage in the first place? Why don't you move out and marry her or better still, drop dead by the roadside." ___ Those were two harsh wordings from a couple that swore to love and to hold each other till death did them apart in the face of God but to the neighbors, it wasn't new. It was a fed up couple having their one of many too much fights every evening. Tim never had the interest to check Jennie out since he had fallen out of love a long time ago so no matter whatever efforts she puts in, he would never find his wife attractive. When he laid beside her at night, his body longed for his younger looking mistress' touch, Angela Jones. Jennie paulson always felt her feminine core itch for the latest man she just met who paid her the attention she craved and respected her as a woman, Mark Spencer. She always longed for another fiery passionate love making while she slowly touched herself while backing a rather awfully quiet Tim on the matrimonial bed. The two suffer in silence. They couldn't attempt a divorce when the original reason they were betrothed by their families was for a marriage of convenience while they hoped to grow on each other but alas! The reverse is the case, they hate each other's guts and always crave their partners. Jennie felt it was no big deal lying to her partner, Mark who is a homicidal detective about her marital status. She is insecure and she believes she would lose Mark if he found out she was married. It was meant to be kept a secret but imagine the look on her face when one day, the NYPD knocked at her door to inform her that Tim was found dead by the roadside bush and Mark was the assigned detective for the case. Now Jennie is torn between facing her lover with shame covered eyes or exonerating herself from Tim's murder case. She might have blurted out that she wanted him dead and when which seemed like a motive and a detailed fact that can't be mistaken as a coincidence especially since she now has several neighbors testifying as witness but she never wanted Tim dead, maybe she just wanted him to suffer but not drop dead and have him pinned on her.
Chapter 1 1
Jennie walked out of the office with her co-worker feeling utterly exhausted from moving from left to right and constantly yelling in the office. She opened her car and sat down, waiting for her co-worker to get in the car before she drove off.
Jennie Paulson was a young woman who was married but not happy with it; though she had the money she needed, she still wasn't getting the love she wanted.
Her parents, Barbara and Harley, had planned their daughter's marriage without really knowing if Jennie was, in fact, happy with the alliance or not.
Paula breezed out of the office and joined Jennie in the car; she began driving, and suddenly the car's wheel began to stiffen, which is quite unusual. She stopped the car and turned it off, turning it back on, and it rotated well.
"What happened?"
"The wheels just got stuck, but it's moving freely now; I hope to get home soon; I am exhausted."
"Trust me; I know how that feels. I'm just using my phone to pass the time; the office wasn't easy today."
"You want to tell it to me, or I should tell you about mine." Jennie's tone was laced with sarcasm.
Paula hissed and returned to her phone while Jennie stared at the road as she drove.
They had not gone far when out of the blue, the car began to make a rusty sound which made Jennie worried; not long after, the car came to a halt, and she hit the wheel out of the frustration she was feeling.
She picked out her phone to call the mechanic to fix her car, but he didn't answer. Jennie became extremely worried while her friend or co-worker, Paula, continued to call the mechanic.
"You should just sit and wait for the mechanic," Paula advised, but Jennie was not listening to her one bit.
Jennie opened the engine of the car, and smoke came out immediately; she used her handkerchief to close her nose and began to pull every wire she saw insight.
She didn't know if she was damaging or repairing the car because she knew absolutely nothing based on car wires, but she needed to get home for some rest.
After pulling every single wire that she saw, she gave up and began to pace back and forth on the street like someone that was crazy.
She had suffered quite a lot at work today, making it very stressful and harmful for her, and now that her car just decided to betray her and break down, it just wasn't a good thing to say.
She sat down on the sidewalk, thinking of every possible way to get them out of the situation. She felt very clueless about the car.
She pulled the strands of her dark chocolate brown hair, trying to calm herself down, but she knew it was impossible.
She stood up again, but this time, she checked everything that would at least help them out in this situation, but it was of no use at all.
"I got to him; he said he'll be here soon," Paula informed her, but she didn't stop worrying.
She began to bite her fingers as she continued to pace back and forth, thinking of what might happen soon; she looked at the dark sky and sensed that rain was about to fall; oh could this day get worse, she thought.
She walked back to the driver's seat, pulled out her bag, and grabbed her phone. She pressed her phone so hard that Paula thought it might just break, she called the mechanic's number, and it rang out loud.
"I'm getting tired of waiting here, Anderson. It's about to rain too." She shrieked at the mechanic.
"I'll be there very soon," he assured her, but she was very impatient.
She hung up and threw the phone on the chair; she saw smoke coming out of the car engine again and banged the door with her hand.
Paula looked at her and rolled her eyes before looking back at her phone. Jennie would not just relax; she was worried Paula understood that, but it would take a while for Anderson to get to them.
She picked up a bottle of water from the car and stormed back to the car engines she had left open; she opened the bottle and poured the water on the metal, emitting smoke while muttering profanities at the mechanic
The wind was slowly beginning to pick up, and Paula was sure that Jennie was on the edge of a breakdown, but she would not and watch her run crazy because their car broke down.
She dropped her phone back in her bag and got out of the car; she turned around to where Jennie was standing, biting her finger, and pulling her into a warm embrace.
She whispered words into her ear as she felt Jennie's tears on her shoulder; she rubbed her back in circles, trying to calm her down.
"He'll be here soon, Jennie; just relax, take a deep breath and calm down," Paula said, but poor Jennie was in another world, thinking of what could happen to them.
No cars were running on the streets for them to ask for a ride, and the few they saw earlier just ignored them due to the storm in the sky, nobody wanted to get wet, or it might just cause a cold.
Jennie looked at the car and felt heartbroken for the situation they were both in. She thought it was her fault that Paula wouldn't get home early or before the rain started.
They were just two friends stranded in a place with absolutely nowhere to go or who to call for help. She didn't want to call her husband, and her parents were miles away. Paula had lost the signal on her phone. It seemed bad luck was on her side today and dragged Paula into it.
They stood there enjoying each other's embrace, and Jennie had to admit it felt perfect staying in that embrace. It felt as though she should never let go of her.
Paula looked up ahead, still in their embrace, and saw a car coming towards them; she hoped that whoever the person was would have the heart to give them a lift in their vehicle.
She looked through the window and saw that it was Tim, Jennie's husband looking at them; she immediately backed away and turned Jennie around as her husband packed his car.
"Look, Jennie; it's your husband." Jennie let out a small smile but her heart screamed sadness
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