A/N: Look out there! What do you see? I, Cookie, with a new story (I'll probably take a while to complete). Thanks a lot plot bunny mind. Anyways, I have nothing else to say for now…
The deed was done. Aaron's blood ran out of his stabbed heart as his wife, Samantha (Sam) Manson, stood over him with a smirk on her face. Her clothes were stained with blood and her eyes seemed to show hidden malevolence. For you see, she was her husband's murder.
Why did she do it? No, it wasn't because he had cheated or a nasty argument but simply for the fact that he was rich and she was his heir, as his wife. She never loved him at all. It was all a part of her plan to get to the millions of dollars Aaron had owned. It wasn't like she needed it anyways. She had plenty of money from all the other men she had single-handedly murdered. It was more because of the thrill she felt sending someone else to the 'other side'.
"Dead and gone. I wonder who is next," she thought lazily. The black widow took out a white stationary paper and began forging her fallen husband's hand writing. It was kind of hard; take in consideration that he had a very sloppy handwriting but eventually she got it done. She had to forge sloppier handwritings.
She rolled her eyes as she thought about this one guy named John. "They're so stupid. All of them. Didn't it tell it all when I refused to have sex even after our marriage? Or when I refused to change my last name? Hopefully, the next time around I get someone who can challenge me to think outside the box," she thought angrily.
She was tempted to scream out in annoyance but she had suppress herself. She didn't want anyone thinking she was there just yet. She had to maintain her image as 'the depressed widow'. She rolled her eyes at the thought of the name.
Some of the locals thought she was just unlucky with guys while others thought that she was the reason of the apparent death. What does people didn't know, was how right they were.
She finished the note and tossed in onto floor next to the unmoving body. She then bent down and positioned his hands to hold the knife. "Like a black widow, baby," she sang.
After positioning the body, she changed into some fresh clothes, opened the door and then closed it. Finally, she let out one big scream.
In an instance, one of the neighbours were knocking at the door. Sam cried out in fake agony as her neighbour continued knocking. "Sam? Aaron? Are you guys okay?" the voice called out. It sounded like it belonged to that annoying housewife, Kiki.
Her bubbly voice had always annoyed Sam since she had moved there but today she had to put that aside. "It's Aaron, He's dead!" she cried. All those years of faking her sobs had made her a great actor.
"What?" Kiki yelled taken aback. Kiki's mind raced as she tried to process what she heard. Aaron had been one of her only friends during their time at the penthouse. She wouldn't have believed Sam until she was let into the home and saw his dead body lying on the floor.
"Why did you do this Aaron? Why?" Kiki sobbed. She never thought that Aaron would be the one to commit suicide but the note she saw said it all. What she never learnt was that it was fake. "Oh honey, how are you? You must be so shaken up," she said with a voice filled to the brim with concern.
Sam pretended to cry even more. "I'll make you a nice warm cup of tea while you phone the police," Kiki suggested.
Hey, Sam may have not liked Kiki's voice but she did like tea…