She hummed to herself as she got ready for the evening. Mr. Husband had promised her a romantic dinner. She wore a turquoise sari and completed the look with matching, but simple jewellery. Just as she was about to wear the earring in her left ear, her phone rang. She put down the earring on the table and answered the call.
“Yes, it’s over. Just thought of letting you know.”
A slow smile spread across her face. She caught her reflection in the decorative mirror on the wall. Damn! That color suited her so well! She asked the caller, “And the girl?”
“Went crashing down with him in the car. Poor thing, she didn’t have to die with that pig of a man that’s your husband!”
“Now, now. Don’t sympathize with her. Anyway, when will you be here, my love? I have wine, and some cake. And afterwards, we can go to that nice restaurant where he had made a reservation for two.”
He smiled, instantly forgetting the murder he had just committed. It was an accident, he corrected himself. “I’ll be there in an hour,” he said.