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Impatient

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I could see their lives unfolding in front of my eyes – just moments ago, so perfect. And now, it was like the whole world had come crashing.

Beth was perfect. I had come to like her from the very moment I came across her. She was charming, effervescent.  And Jude was her soul mate in every sense of the word. Just to see them together was a joy unto itself. It was like they were coordinated – the twinkle of her eye that only he read, his smile to her across the room that only she saw, and knew was for her alone. And I, on the wrong side of the big ‘30’, felt admittedly jealous of this sort of love I hadn’t felt in a long time, if ever.

It had just seemed another ordinary day. Beth came home from her teaching job at the local school when she found the doors unlocked. Panicked, she walked in on them. The image of her husband, her Jude, sprawled onto her? Vanessa? The nanny? She reeled onto the doors for support. It was only then she noticed the blood.

The detectives found Beth still clinging onto the walls, ashen faced.

Everyone in the neighborhood tried to be there for her. But she seemed to be… unhinged, disconnected. The rumors were strife, yet Beth seemed too calm. And then they came for her.

This was just unbelievable! No one could believe it could be Beth… and yet the evidence. At this point, I found myself thinking hard, contemplating on what I could do. Should do.
‘Should I? Shouldn’t I? Oh Hell. The very last time I am doing this.’ Then I press END. Straight to the last page of the PDF eBook.

What? It’s the spurned lover of the nanny who..? And wow! Beth ends up doing the detective. Great! And the author so couldn’t resist the whole Jude – Nanny angle.

This is the absolute LAST time I am reading a bloody chick lit.

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  • http://foolishnessofthings.blogspot.com Aniket

    I’ve read a chick lit or two, myself. #Guilty
    I blame puberty for that. Makes you roll over your eyes on every couple for weeks after you read one, thinking with whom they might be cheating with.

    Fun, fun piece; this.