A fire crackled softly in the dark room. The sounds of the Los Angeles night were sealed out of the large and lavish penthouse and the sweet smell of incense filled the room. Damon Wright, the youngest, hottest, newest billionaire in the country sat in his library with his newest pet. The young woman crawled over and laid her head in Damon's lap. She lay on her back looking up at him.
Damon smiled down at her and softly rubbed her stomach. "You like that don't you Leala?" He sighed. "You and Malory are the only ones that I can trust. You don't love me because I'm rich. All you know is that I give you food, shelter, and lots of love. Isn't that right?" Damon petted Leala's blond head softly. "I know you would never betray me."
Damon heard the door to the library open. "Hey Mal," he said without looking up from the young lady in his lap.
"I knew I would find you in here Damon."
Damon smiled up at his wife who stood in the doorway. She had a scowl plastered across her face and her hands were on her hips.
"What's the matter?" Damon questioned.
"What's the matter? What's the matter! I'll tell you what's the matter Damon Wright!"
Damon looked up at his furious wife in a calm manner, waiting patiently and listening intently.
Malory continued her ranting. "YOU NEVER LEAVE THE DAMN 'DOG' ALONE! One day you disappear, and come back with that… that thing from China Town! You do realize that I am not stupid; I know that she is no 'dog'. But fine, have yourself a mistress. Just try to hide it better!" She stopped yelling and stood glaring across the room mumbling under her breath.
Damon knew there was more coming so he remained silent.
"You know, I don't even care anymore. I only married you for the money. And this child," Malory gestured to her oversized stomach, "it isn't even yours."
Damon's eyes widened in shock, he had never expected this. Indeed the dog that looked like a woman was pretty weird, but he didn't sleep with her! But his one true love had gone and betrayed him, slept with another man, conceived a child that wasn't his. Damon whipped the tears that started to stream down his cheeks. He stood and looked with a hurt expression at the triumphant look on his spouse's face. "How could you?" He uttered in a barely audible whisper.
"Why not? You did the same to me." Malory spat.
"Leala is a dog. A dog!" Damon backed away from Malory and Leala. He slowly moved backwards until he could feel the cold glass of the sliding doors leading to the balcony. "I love you Malory, more that anything else. And I thought you loved me too." Damon slid open the door and walked outside. The bitter cold wind stung as it hit Damon's warm body.
Malory ran over to the door. "What do you think your doing?" She asked skeptically.
"I have no reason to live now Malory. You were my only reason. And you don't love me." Tears streamed freely down Damon's cheeks now. Yet he kept his cool tone and stood tall and proud.
"Damon don't…" Malory gasped.
Damon looked over the edge of the railing. He watched the miniature cars drive by. He looked back over at his wife. "I'm sorry Malory. I'm sorry I made you stop loving me." And with that he leaned over the railing and let himself fall.
The two of theirs screams rang out through the streets of Los Angeles. A cold and lonely dog cowered in a dark corner covering her ears, trying to block out the horrible noise.