CHAPTER 4
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Abigail
What did I just hear? Me? A background singer? For Doris Anderson? Who does she actually think she is? A God? And most importantly, who does she think I am? A hungry dog ready to eat her crumbs?
“I am not interested. Now, if you'll excuse me!” I bluntly replied and began to walk out from her presence. It disgusted me. I was holding back my anger. My hands were already ready to punch Doris, but I needed to control myself. She was the better one here. The richer one, the popular one. If I acted without precision, I might be sent straight to jail.
Prior to this, I slightly admired Doris Anderson. Honestly, I even considered her a model at some point.
I said ‘slightly’ because she exuded some messed up characters that I despised. She was a hardened smoker and drug addict.
She was a proud b***h who exudes an aura of confidence and ‘no nonsense’, but inside the industry, she had no say. She did whatever she was told just for fame and the name.
One time, while performing on stage, Doris wore just panties and a bra, and while performing, she deliberately kissed her male backup dancer, creating a scandal that circulated in the media for weeks. It was clear that she thrived on controversy to maintain her relevance.
Back to the present, as I walked away from Doris, her voice trailed after me, dripping with arrogance. "Think about it, Abigail. It's the best offer you'll get. You don't have a choice. You're nothing without me, babe. You're just a f*****g looser and your husband hates you!"
Those words got to me. I stopped walking. 'Looser?’ ‘Nothing without her'? She has done it. She has pushed me to the wall. She came to my house to publicly disgrace me? I tried holding back myself, but I had enough!
Without giving another thought, I turned around and before beautiful Doris could realize what was happening, I sent a heavy slap across her face, then, I took the same hand back, clenched my fist and sent a blow to her face and then her stomach.
She began to scream aloud in pain. I knew that my blows were painful, but the way she screamed was weird and uncanny. It was like she wanted the whole neighborhood to believe that I was killing her. Afterall, many of them came to take selfies with her while we spoke.
Suddenly, the door of her Audi Q5 opened. Someone came out. It was a man.
It was Xander!
What?! He.. he was there the whole time?
He quickly dashed into the scene and held Doris up like she was about to die.
“Are you crazy?” He began shouting at me!
“Do you know what you've done? Do you want to kill her? I knew that you had a wicked heart. I wasn't wrong!” He said, gently caressing Doris's face.
My heart broke as his words entered my ears, as I saw my husband – ex husband treat Doris like an egg. It only striked memories of ‘us’. I let a drop of tear flow out freely, but I quickly wiped it off.
She came here to my house and cursed, insulted and belittled me. He did not see all that? He did not hear all that? Has he always hated me this much?
“But I – Xander I. I did nothing wrong. She was the one..”
He gave me a dead stare that shut me up! “So it's her fault? Is it her fault that she is here in pain because of you? Abigail, you've crossed the line this time." Xander's tone was cold, devoid of any sympathy or understanding.
Doris, still recovering from the blows, managed to speak with a mixture of pain and satisfaction. "You see, Xander, your precious ex-wife is nothing but a violent lunatic. I came here to offer her a chance, and she attacked me. You should have seen it all."
I felt a surge of anger and frustration, not just towards Doris, but also towards Xander, who seemed to have taken her side without questioning the events that led to the confrontation. Honestly, that realization broke me. I teared up inside.
"I can't believe you're taking her side, Xander," I muttered, my voice filled with a mix of hurt and betrayal.
"Abigail, you need help. Attacking people won't solve your problems. Are you f*****g crazy?" he retorted, still cradling Doris.
I couldn't fathom the injustice of the situation. Doris, the manipulative instigator, had successfully portrayed me as the aggressor, right?
Right?!
And well, she suceeded. So, was this how Doris painted me to my husband all along? As an incompetent wife who has no use?
I felt the weight of the world crashing down on me.
God!
For a while, I thought I was happy. I thought I could mend my broken heart after Cassandra died. After I..
Xander glared at me with disdain. "Stay the f**k away from us, Abigail. You've caused enough trouble."
He ushered Doris back into her Audi, casting one last contemptuous glance my way before slamming the car door shut.
Did he truly hate me that much?
Left alone in front of my apartment, I struggled to comprehend the swift turn of events. The one person I thought might understand or at least listen had condemned me without hesitation.
Xander. I love you. I still love you. Why can't you see? I shed tears.
Suddenly, an eerie feeling took over me. As I saw the way Ethan and Doris displayed feelings of affection as they headed towards the car, I knew that deep down that if I had the chance, I would kill Doris.
And that was exactly what I was about to do as I dipped my hand in my purse and took out a very sharp pocket knife and began walking up to them.
I held the pocket knife in my hand. My hand was trembling, but I will do it.
I will kill Doris Anderson today!
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