I grew up in the slums and I promised myself that I would do everything to have a better life
I may be poor but I have an eye for exquisite things, I know if it is good or valuable when I see it, so when I met Dan, I knew right away that he would suit me best and he did.
We met at a local bar, he was too drunk at that time, he has this rich and mysterious air about him, I was drawn to it.
I was in awe when he took me to a five star hotel that night and all the employees there greeted him with such respect, apparently he is the owner's son. He was an only child. It felt like I hit the jackpot at a lottery.
From that night forward I did everything I could to make him fall for me and he did, hard.
When his parents died, they left him everything they have and I was there to support him.
He gave me everything I ever wanted and more. But I guess everything was never enough, is never enough.
We had three kids, so he lessens the money he was giving me for my shopping and we don't go out that much anymore.
I got so frustrated one day, I just have to do it. I hired someone to kill my husband so I could get his insurance money and everything he got from his parents.
Again it is never enough.
I took the kids to go on a hiking trip, we got into a car accident going up the mountains. Luckily I was the only one who survived the crash.
Now I've got everything.
One day the guy I hired to kill my husband and children reappeared, asking me for more money, I declined, off course. He told me that he would go to the police and tell them I was behind the the killing of my family, I just shrugged it off and told him that he would be implicated as well if he do so. Then he left.
Earlier today I had to go to an out of town trip with my girl friends and now I'm heading back home but the breaks of this damn car won't work. I'm heading straight to a cliff now.....