Prologue:
I don't understand my husband.
I'm serious, I really don't understand him.
I don't understand how he could cheat on me with another woman.
He'd be nothing without me. I'm the one who made him who he is today. He owes his entire fucking life to me and yet he treats me like garbage.
I'm the one who sculpted his career as a movie director. It was I who told him what choices to make and which ones to forget about. He constantly sought after my advice on everything. He needed it.
If it weren't for me, he'd still be living with his parents in that remote, disgusting hotel of theirs in Vermont with no prospects other than shoveling out that god forsaken frozen waste land.
I don't understand why he'd want to stray away from me. I'm the perfect wife.
Correction.
I'm the perfect wife for him.
He needs someone who is gorgeous and charming, someone who can disarm others with a dazzling smile. He craves someone who is intelligent (to make up for his lack there of), who is business savvy, and who is kind. Someone who could be America's next sweetheart. All that's required is a dazzling demeanor and killer heels.
But Fiyero also needs someone naughty, who is good for sex and someone who is good, no, amazing at it. He needs someone who doesn't mind her husband taking out his frustration on her through intercourse every night, at any place, even if she doesn't want it. His wife can't mind that he fucks her wherever he chooses, that she is the one mostly serving him. That to him, she is just a person with a vagina he can thrust into. He thirsts over me, his perfect wife, his petite, hot blonde wife who has just enough of an ass and boobs to look killer in a corset or lingerie.
He wants all these things in a woman. He's stubbornly fickle and isn't satisfied easily. You have to be flexible (physically and emotionally) in order to please him. He's been spoiled though, for the last five years I've been everything to him. I have done all of these things and more for him. I have bent over backwards for him and this is how he repays me.
Screwing some other woman while he stills screws me.
He disgusts me. He makes me want to vomit every time I see him. It's been 31 days since I've found out about his affair and not a day has gone by since then that I haven't wanted to smash his skull in with a hammer, or cover his face with a pillow while he sleeps.
I want him to suffer, and suffer bad. I need him to feel the humiliation and the pain that I feel.
I would kill him... but that's too easy, too amateur. It would be too quick and I'm not about to let him off the hook just yet. He needs to suffer for months, years even.
So I've come up with the perfect plan and I know what you're all thinking... just leave his sorry ass and go find a man that's worthy of you. But that's just it. Fiyero is the man for me... he's just forgotten it. He's forgotten what he used to be like, what I made him to be.
Today he smiled at me as I passed him his breakfast, the usual: eggs over easy with a side of bacon. He ate it heartily. He has no idea what's in store, no idea what I'm capable of. Absolutely none, not a damn clue. He stills believes that I think he's the most faithful husband there is, that I still love him. And to an extent I do, but that does not exclude him from his punishment.
I smirked back at him. I think he saw the glint in my eyes. I believe he's starting to suspect something. He's not afraid... yet. But he should be.
He damn well should be.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Hey guys so this is a new story that I'm working on inspired by the movie Gone Girl. I promise that it's not going to be as horrifying as Gone Girl but it will have some aspects of the movie in it. I plan on changing some things to make it work to my idea. I hope you guys still around for more!
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