Came For My Ex, Trapped By A Serial Killer

25th of November 2020

VICTORIA

I drove through the wet roads of Los Angeles, humming along with the soothing music that played from the radio.

Each glance at the bouquet lying next to me brought a smile to my face and caused my heart to skip. This would be our third anniversary.

I sighed loudly in relief as I drove into our villa and headed to the garage.

From the rearview mirror, I saw Mrs Rachel rush out of the house with an umbrella in hand.

I chuckled and grabbed the bouquet, then stepped out of the car.

"Welcome, ma'am," Mrs Rachel called out as she reached me.

I nodded with a large smile on my face before proceeding into the house with her.

The smile on my face fell when I walked into the house, but I found it in the same way as it was when I left an hour ago to fetch a bouquet.

"He isn't back yet?" I finally asked Mrs Rachel.

She stopped in her tracks in the kitchen and spun around, disappointment lurking in her eyes.

"No, ma'am," she replied in a flat tone.

I sighed and nodded, waving her off.

I had refrained from asking her, keeping my hopes high. I guessed I should have done that and faced the disappointment earlier.

I dropped the bouquet on one of the couches and glanced at the wall clock, my heart clenching.

It was almost ten, and there was still no call from him. I had to go through so much trouble to convince my boss to give me a day off from work. And after everything I had prepared, he still wasn't home.

I consoled myself that it wasn't too late to wait for him. I walked into the kitchen, forcing a smile on my face.

"Mrs Rachel?" I called, and she turned around.

"Keep the food warm. I am going in for a rest, wake me up when he returns," I said, flashing a smile at her.

She hesitated, doubt in her eyes.

"But, ma'am, you have just two hours to twelve," she said, disbelief lurking in her voice.

"I know, he might return by ten or eleven, we can still celebrate then," I replied.

Mrs Rachel sighed and nodded.

I could tell the woman was tired of waiting as well, but what could she do?

At this rate, I should be given an award for the most patient wife.

It was our anniversary, but Simon still refused to show a slight change of character.

As I ascended the stairs, I hoped that he would return. I prayed that my hopes wouldn't get smashed again.

With the prayers of his protection still on my lips, sleep consumed me.

I woke up in a start after sleeping for hours.

"Mrs Rachel?" I called, cursing loudly as I jumped out of bed, my heart racing.

What if she slept off and forgot to open the doors for Simon?!

Different thoughts ran through my head as I raced downstairs, almost spraining my ankle on my way down the stairs.

My heart dropped when I barged into the kitchen and met it empty aside from the flowers that seemed to have withered against the cold air. The candles that had glowed a few hours ago had melted away into heaps of wax, and the food was probably still in the microwave, waiting for the master of the house.

My stomach knotted, and I slumped into a chair, trying to breathe out the anger and pain that suffocated me.

"Ma'am?" Mrs Rachel whispered from the door of the dining room. I slowly raised my head and stared at her with tears filled with tears. I couldn't hide the pain and disappointment anymore. I couldn't stop the tears either.