The Perfect Plan- Ch. 1

Chapter I

It was so shiny and sparkly. It glistened with every turn of her hand like it was winking at her. It was one of the most stunning engagement rings she had ever seen including those on her richest girlfriends or in a magazine. He certainly had good taste. One check in the “pro” column.

She did care for him. As a person he was good, in the battle for good and evil. And he loved her, truly loved her. Another check in the pro column. The ring didn’t hurt either though she wondered whether he really had taste that good or he called in one of her friends to help. Either way it was spectacular.

But a diamond does not a marriage make. He wasn’t that funny, Lisa thought, or charming. But he was rich from his inheritance from what his Grandfather and father had made on Wall Street as well as his own personal successes. He was kind and caring. He wasn’t that bad in bed. Being honest with herself Lisa didn’t know why she had stayed with him for as long as she had.

It had started casually enough. He actually had shown balls and asked to buy her a drink one night after she had an exceptionally hard day at work. They got to talking and drinks turned into dinner the next night and a movie a few nights later. Before long they were seeing each other 2 – 3 times a week, sleeping at each other’s apartments, meeting each other’s friends and family. Lisa had gotten in too deep to end it now. Or rather, he had. She was enjoying the freedom that came with someone loving you more than you love them, the wealth of that person and the ability to let go of cares you might have if you cared what the other person thought of you.

Many of her friends thought she was crazy not to be in love with him; he was handsome, in that conventional, wealthy, Khaki wearing, sweater vest kind of way. He was caring and unbelievably rich. But many of her so called friends were superficial, money grubbing socialites. She knew if she ended it now she would be worse off than she currently was. After all she had quit her job and sold her apartment.

“I have more money than you’ll ever need, baby. And if we’re going to be married you should move in sooner rather than later,” he said to her in a post coital haze.

Lisa was smart, resourceful, she could think of something. She was on the rise at her marketing firm before she got “swept off her feet” as her parents told all their friends with glee. They couldn’t have been happier that she had finally settled down and with someone so “sensible and safe” her mother said when Lisa told her the news of the engagement.

There must be some way to dispatch of the situation. Dispatch…that was it. She’d have to kill him. It wasn’t that she hated the guy or really felt he deserved to die but this was the only she’d get out free and clear, after all we could only look after ourselves in the end.