After my rich older boyfriend, Derrick, proposed to me, all my fears about our relationship disappeared. In the months leading up to our engagement, I could never shake the feeling that Derrick was hiding something from me. I was also starting to have mixed feelings about what I was doing in a relationship with an older man. But after the proposal, I no longer felt like the kind of girl who was giving up sex for gifts. I no longer questioned whether or not he was in love with me—I knew he was.
I was ecstatic to be planning our wedding, and to move into his house permanently. Unfortunately, I quickly realized that Derrick wasn’t on the same page. The morning after he proposed, I casually asked when I could start moving my stuff into his house. He told me that he didn’t want to mess up the “dynamics of our relationship.” He said that for the meantime, we would continue to live separately, and move in together after the wedding. Needless to say I was upset; something about the situation didn’t feel right.
When Derrick went upstairs later that morning, I noticed that he had left his cell phone on the kitchen counter. I instinctively flipped it open and started looking through his text messages. The first thing I noticed was a bunch of messages from a woman whose name I didn’t recognize. As I read through them, I found myself in tears. They spoke about how happy they were to have reconnected, and how amazing their week had been. Her last text message read, “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”
A rush of sadness and rage ran through my body. I remembered him telling me that he had a business meeting after work tomorrow, and that he wouldn’t be able to make it for dinner. I quickly made the decision in my head that I wouldn’t say a word. I also decided that if he wanted to cheat on me, then he would have to pay—literally.
I put his phone back on the counter where I found it, and wiped the tears off my face. When Derrick finally came back downstairs, I was sitting in the living room watching TV. I went over to him with a smile and wrapped my arms around him, as if nothing had happened.
Later that night, I made love to him. It was nothing like the other times we had been together. There was a passion in me that I had never experienced before. He even commented on how much I must have missed him while he was away. Little did he know that my passion came from something entirely different, because all I was thinking about was how I would get my revenge…