I married a killer and he married a con

My name is Mona Washington; I'm a freelance writer. I write about corporate scandals; as you know, I'm hated by big corporations because I expose their shady business tactics. My girlfriend invited me to this restaurant called El Paso. Many wealthy business owners eat there. At first, I did not want to go; I had worked on my novel all night and was so tired, but I decided to get fresh ideas for my new article about wealthy people and the companies they work for. I went home to find a glamorous dress; I stumbled on this suitcase as I tore my closet up, looking for the most elegant dress. Wow! I forgot about that silver and black dress my husband brought me. I only wore it once. I was going to get rid of it, but I am glad I did not. And I will wear the gown tonight; I know I will be a head-turner. My phone starts to ring; what? Why would he be calling? Let me answer before I make him mad. Hey baby, "Hey sweetheart," he replied," I am calling to let you know I will be late tonight. Late at the office, I replied. Yes, it looks like it, sweetheart, he said. Well, no worries, I am going out with Laneisha tonight. I love you; see you tonight. I continued to get dressed; my black and silver heels were the last thing I needed to put on. I pulled up at the restaurant, Valet parking! Great. They better not wreck my car. I noticed her beauty as I stared at her from across the room. In my mind, I imagined grabbing her by the waist, throwing her against the wall as I kissed her on her neck and down to her breast. Mona, Mona, I heard her call my name, then I realized I was fantasizing while standing at the bar. It was Laneisha calling me from across the room. I walked toward her, and I bumped into Jordon McGraw. Excuse me, I apologize. I was not paying attention. I have been eye-bawling at this guy for six months. He is the CEO of McGraw oil company. He is a billionaire. I must make him fall head over heels for me, I thought. He was so mesmerized by my beauty and how I looked in the dress. He offered me his business card. Thanks for the card. I finally reached Laneisha, and the first person she introduced me to was the smoking hot babe I fantasized about. Hey Donna Cascade, this is my friend Mona Washington. Hello Mona, I hope you're enjoying yourself tonight. I am now that I met you, I replied. She started blushing. A gentleman walked over to her and kissed her cheek. This is my husband; he is a partner of McGraw's oil company. Nice to meet you, I responded. This is a situation I must deal with. Her husband may interfere with plans to make Jordan fall for me. I also have my eye on Donna. She's gorgeous and brilliant; I need someone like her on my team. Well, it was nice to meet you. I'm going to the bar; I need a drink. I hope you have a good night. Laneisha introduced me to some other business owners. Hey Chantelle Dirty, this is my friend Mona Washington. She is a millionaire freelance writer and author of 20 best sellers. Hi, nice to meet you. Mona, Chantelle is the best lawyer money can buy. She owns her firm. Can I get a business card? Sure, she replied. Here you go. Well, I must go. There are other people I must meet, Mona; this is Steven Toller. He is the founder and owner of a shelter for battered women. He currently has twenty shelters in ten locations. Here is my card, he said. Thanks, I may need it for a friend, I replied. I looked at the clock. It is 11:30. Time goes by when you are meeting billionaires, I thought. I had better go home before I get tortured by my husband. Laneisha, I got to go home. I have a busy day tomorrow. Bye girl, talk to you tomorrow. When I get home, I flop down on the couch. What a long day, I thought. Hey, honey, I am home. I did not get a response. He is not home yet. After my shower, I go to bed. I feel the bed move. I woke up. It is my husband. I glanced at the clock. It is 1 am. I fall fast asleep as he wraps his arm around me, locking me in place. He fears me leaving in the middle of the night. In the morning, he reminded me of our dinner reservation at Kings & Queens restaurant tonight. I hope that is good, of course," I replied. I always wanted to go there. He jumps in the shower. His phone began to ring. I answered the phone in silence; hey baby, where are you? I immediately hung up the phone. I thought to myself, that is where he was last night. A month ago, he beat me badly. I did not return to work for a while because I was severely bruised. I was going to leave the bastard, but he convinced me he would never do it again. What is wrong with me, I thought? I jump in the shower as he gets out. As I showered, I thought, "I hope he does not know I answered the phone." We pulled up at the restaurant. He opens the door and takes me by the hand as we walk inside. Wow, this place is elegant. We reached the reservation desk; hello, Ms. and Mr. Washington. Hi, we have reservations for two, he replied—right this way. I noticed Ms. Simone Fancy from the talk show I watched about abuse. To be continued.......