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Finally, that nosy Bia Ramos has left. I was losing hope, thinking she was going to spend the night at the old bastard’s house. But now that her car has left, I can put my plan into action.

Before getting out of the van, I look from side to side to make sure there’s no one around. When I confirm the streets are empty, I grab my gear. From what I’ve researched on the internet, I’ll only need ten minutes before it’s all over.

And over is a good word because, when it ends, there won’t be a single thing left standing.

I didn’t intend to go back to her anyway. After seven months together, six of which were spent married, I was patient and loving, but I realized the ice princess would never give in and fit into my lifestyle.

Making Zoe my wife was no accident.

One morning, my mother was showing me a picture of a friend’s adopted daughter in the newspapers, and I had to admit she was beautiful. However, that wasn’t what caught my attention but rather what she told me about the girl.

A rising twenty-year-old model, she had a pocket full of money that, unfortunately, was being wasted on old Macy, who wouldn’t be kind enough to just die already and get off her daughter’s back .

For a long time, I looked for a stable partner who would go along with my sexual preferences. And what better person to groom than an orphan who was once a needy girl rejected by several families?

Yeah, I got my mom to tell me all about her. Getting adopted by Macy and her husband was sort of her last option. Zoe was already too old for other families to want her, so she was very lucky to be picked by them. Maybe that’s why she’s so grateful and keeps spending money on her two useless parents.

She was such an easy target that I didn’t have to make that much of an effort. A friendly shoulder for a needy woman is irresistible.

I wasn’t too worried when she didn’t show eagerness to have sex, because going to bed with one woman just doesn’t turn me on. I’ve even tried the famous little blue pills, but even with them, it feels like I had a meal without seasoning. That’s why my secret relationship with a Mexican girl didn’t work out. A few years ago, I went on vacation in Mexico, and I made the stupid decision of committing myself to her in front of a judge. It lasted a month. I abandoned her without warning, came back to the United States, and never thought about it again. As the marriage was never registered here, no one has any idea of the mistake I made.

I think of my current wife, the icy blonde—or would it be more accurate to say my “second wife”?

This idea of being married to two women, one not knowing about the other, excites me too much. I feel like a sultan.

I used all my charm so that, after our wedding, she would understand how things worked. But that’s when the uptight little saint surprised me with a horrified look.

For God’s sake, what century does she live in? Doesn’t she understand how lucky she was that I chose her? Would an acclaimed professor who could fuck any student with a snap of his fingers lower himself to her level, that of an outcast?

She cried and locked herself in her room on our wedding night. Then she went to her parents’ house, and only then did I realize that I had rushed things. Yes, I dreamed of Zoe naked, going from me to my other sex partners, but I also wanted the thousands of dollars in her bank account. Sooner or later, the old woman would die so I could enjoy what was rightfully mine.

I’ll admit that her frivolities were already getting on my nerves, so as punishment for not giving in, I started playing games with my friends when we went out to dinner, usually coming up with topics she didn’t know, to show her how stupid and inferior she was and that she should be happy and honored to be seen with me in public.

She never said a thing until that last day at the restaurant, when she looked like she was possessed and was rude to my friends by humiliating me in front of everyone.

But of course, I knew she’d just closed a million-dollar deal, and I couldn’t just let her go. I went after her at our house, but I’m not very good at making amends. And all because of her, that bitch, I ended up hitting her hard.

That was it. That’s all it took for the princess to call Daddy and start a war.

This week, we were supposed to meet and discuss the agreement of our divorce, but unfortunately for her, and fortunately for me, I’ll probably attend my lovely wife’s funeral.

I set up a three-million-dollar life insurance policy for her. With that amount, I’ll have peace of mind forever and work just for fun. The money from the shares I sold and what I took from our joint account was only good for paying off my debts.

But now it’s all over. I’ll say goodbye to that life of sacrifice and middle-class paying job like that little bitch threw in my face that day.

Howard is about to become a millionaire.