Revenge In The Tropics
After five years of marriage who knew that their love would run dry. Maybe it started when they almost lost all of their money, or maybe it started when he found the condoms in her purse or maybe it all started with the underwear in his pants pocket. Who knew that all this love eventually became a bone chilling hate between the once loving couple.
The once loving couple became chillingly bitter towards each other, Mrs Stewart would follow her husband everywhere he went. Her very presence became an antagonistical demon to Mr Stewart. He tried to get a divorce many times but she would not sign the paper, it wasn’t long before he started to seriously consider murdering his wife.
Having formulated a plan he told her at dinner
”I’m going to Jamaica for the weekend will you come?”
”yes” was her single word response.
The plane trip to the island was quite and uneventful the silent couple glided through customs, sunk in their individual worlds until arriving at their destination. There was a little hilltop resort beside a famous land mark, Lovers Leap where he had spent a lot of his younger years in more intimate company. It was filled with verdant greenery, rolling hills and that picturesque beauty that comes with a tropical island. Taking a quick walk to this famous landmark he saw the lush lawn followed by a steep drop onto the jagged rocks into the sea. Nodding his head in satisfaction he went back to the lodge.
“I’ll be taking a walk tomorrow morning“
” I will come with you” was Mrs Stewart‘s stoic response
”okay I will be ready at 7” he said
”I will be ready by 7” she echoed
The bright dawn heralded a new day which found the odd couple silently strolling the path to the cliff side. Alongside the way wild thoughts ran rampant in Mr Stewarts mind. Should he kill her, is it worth it, what if they both fell over the cliff side.
Upon reaching the famous spot Mr Stewart sat down on one of the wooden benches that dotted the resort, while Mrs Stewart paced infront of him whilst wringing her hand. Seeing her anxious state caused Mr Stewart to break out into cold sweat.
“What’s the matter with you?” he asked his voice shrill with fear “come sit beside me”
Mrs Stewart fixed him with a glare, then spoke, her voice devoid at emotion, as cold as the early morning mountain top air.
“I know you hate me and want to get rid of me, but you’re hate is nothing compared to mine. You are the cause of this, I am who I am today because of you and your inability to keep it in your pants.“
“Maybe if you weren’t so stingy sexually that wouldn’t have happened“ was his swift and sharp response.
“ I told my friends that I think you plan to kill me on this trip before I left” she said shocking him.
“Why, Why would you do that?” he exclaimed.
“because my hate for you burns hotter than the fires of hell. You maybe a soft persimmon when’s it comes to murder but my hate knows no bounds. Before we left this morning I told the Manager that you intended to kill me, they tried to dissuade me but in the end they could only agree to follow behind us.“
While his face was frozen in horrow, she tore and ripped off pieces of her dress then flung them from her hand.
“James!” she screamed “Why did you do this to me?”
before he could move, she’s flung herself over the cliff, her shrill scream piercing the silent morning air. Standing at the edge Mr Stewart was frozen in horror, who would believe him if he told them. Swiftly two men approached the cliff side. They accosted him whilst staring at the tattered clothing on the rocks below their faces grim.