His excuses were always plausible so she had no reason to suspect that they were simply well-fabricated lies. She couldn’t be trusted with the truth. He knew it. She wanted to feel secure and cared for so he created a world where she was the princess and he was prince charming. He even built her a palace, well, in reality is was more of an illusion of a palace.
He could never be sure whether it was love or pity that he felt for her, even from the beginning. Her parents were murdered when she was sixteen and she was shipped off to live with a great-aunt she barely knew. She was an injured bird that he needed to rescue.
He made sure she was well provided for. She lived the life of the rich and famous. She was beautiful and not very bright – the perfect combination in a wife. Only he bored of her sometime in the third year of marriage. Tonight was their anniversary. Their tenth. He had had as many affairs but he was smart and knew how to cover his tracks. Later tonight he would celebrate their anniversary and then after a night out, he would make an excuse to go out and he would see his current mistress. He was getting bolder. He almost didn’t care if she knew but there was the money to consider and he couldn’t afford the financial loss that a divorce would bring. Even without a loss, the negative publicity was the real reason he wouldn’t divorce her. It was a game with him. A game he played with cunning and success. He was wealthy, admired, and powerful.
He made reservations at her favorite restaurant, a little French restaurant in the city. She arrived first in a new red dress. Men’s heads turned as she passed but she pretended not to notice. She picked a seat where the view was clear for her to see her husband when he arrived. The salon had done an excellent job on her hair and nails that morning. She planned every detail.
He was late as usual. When he walked in she had her face buried in the menu pretending to read it. She just wanted to watch him without his knowing. She needed to savour every minute of this night. He leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Hello, honey. Sorry I’m late, traffic was a mess.”
“Happy anniversary, Michael.” she said with a smile.
She watched with pleasure as he enjoyed his dinner. He smiled at her and looked at his watch counting down the hours until he would be enjoying his latest conquest. She returned his smile and asked him about his day.
She willingly retired early that night while he left to attend to a “business matter.” He never suspected the meal was tainted with poison or that he’d never leave his mistress’ hotel room. He never knew how smart she was, how calculating, how evil. So much he didn’t know. Things like- he wasn’t her first. Neither were her parents.
Written for 3WW’s prompt: plausible, taint, willingly Comments, Corrections, and Critiques welcome!