I want her to die. I’ve been picturing her dead in a car crash, dead on impact. I want her to fade away and disappear forever. She’s in my way. I’ve nothing against her personally apart from she’s got what I want. The bitch must die. I hope it’s soon and I hope it’s quick. I don’t want her to suffer as she’s done nothing to me, personally. I want her man. I don’t think she should have him. She’s nothing special, just a routine, run of the mill, blond. Cuffs and collar don’t match as they never do on her sort. Her tits are fake as are her hair extensions and nails. Her face has that weird stretched plastic quality to it, the result of too much botox and bad plastic surgery. She is pretty vacant in the head and her conversation is lame. She holds charity events and coffee mornings as she is unemployed; you can call it being a housewife if you like, but the truth is she is useless and couldn’t get a job again now that she has become a pampered house-pet. She works out 5 days a week, nice if you have that kind of time. I don’t want the kids left behind. I don’t plan on babysitting those brats or being a substitute mum to those two. Surprisingly ugly little girls as before their mum went plastic fantastic, she wasn’t too bad looking. The kids are aged 7 and 9 and I really couldn’t be any less interested in them. I hope they are in the car too when it happens. I know he’ll be upset, as expected, but I’m hoping he’ll get over it fast. I expect as he’s been used to having a wife, he’ll want to replace her soon as possible. It’ll be hard faking emotion to him and saying what a loss she is and crying at her funeral. I know them both well. I’ll wear black with a veil over my face and dark sunglasses to hide my tears formed of water I’ll apply in drop form. I stand just close enough to him to avoid being obvious and put my hand on his arm just as the last coffin is being lowered. I’ll throw a single red rose and a handful of earth on her coffin. I’m thinking that I should offer to move in with him straight away to keep an eye on him, make sure he’s eating, that kind of thing. I’ll keep the house clean and ticking over. That bitch has some nasty clothes and I can’t wait to suggest to him that we give them to charity as part of the healing process. I don’t know how long I can wait for this to happen. I’ve been waiting for fate to intervene and make this happen for several years now. I watched them meet, fall in love, get married and those 2 kids happened and still fate didn’t pop up to stop it. I can’t wait much longer so I made some inquiries. I’ve been saving up my money and for nominal fee, I have made my own destiny. It’s been set up for next month. She’s taking the car to the garage and whilst there the brakes are going to be seen too. The mechanic isn’t real, he’s paid for. He’s going to fix the paperwork to show that he advised her not to drive the car and recommended the car stay in the workshop for him to work on. He’s going to say she’s refused this, barked at the price of the work and said she would go elsewhere. About 5 miles down the road there’s this real nasty corner with a drop on the other side down into a valley. A car is going to appear from nowhere and force her to change lanes and she won’t be able to stop. I’m told they are pros and the necessary crash will definitely take place. It is highly unlikely she and the kids will survive this and if they did, they wouldn’t be much use to anyone, brain-dead most likely. It’s cold, calculated murder, I agree, but why should I miss out on a chance for happiness? If’s that’s the way I have to play it, so be it. I’m looking forward to next month a lot.