Chapter 6 - Aurora

I wake up with a start. My dream had been of Dorian walking away from me while I died. There was so much blood.

I let out a soft breath and extricate myself from his arms, pushing away thoughts for the dream.

He mumbles something, rolls over and continues his sleep.

Revulsion burns my skin as recollections of the night we had plays in my mind. I have to, I remind myself.

Dorian must never suspect.

I slip on my robe and take his phone from the nightstand. With a last glance to make sure he's still fast asleep, I enter the bathroom quietly and lock the door.

I have three objectives to get my revenge.

Remove him from as beneficiary to my wealth and life insurance.

Divorce him.

And make sure he bends up in prison.

I know it's not going to be easy but I'm prepared.

I unlock his phone, feeling ashamed at how happy it had made me when he told me his passwords assuring me he had nothing to hide.

I was happy to trust him.

Now it makes me equally angry.

Sylas has been right not to like him. Sylas has always been right.

I'm either too stubborn or blind to see it.

Not anymore.

I scroll down Dorian's contacts, looking for a name.

Bianca.

That name haunts me now.

I don't find it. Dorian is smart he probably named her something else.

I rack my brain to remember how he addressed her.

He called her Bee—HoneyBee!

Back then I hadn't thought it was weird.

I rub my forehead.

Someone needs to smack me for being so stupid.

I open a text and like I thought it's empty. Deleted I'm sure.

My fingers fly over the screen. For my revenge to be complete, Bianca needs to be here.

I read the text I've typed:

‘Bee, I miss you. I think it's time you visited. Just to see how gullible the bitch is.’

I hit send.

A second later, Bianca replies.

‘You sure? It's still early and not part of the plan.’

‘Don’t worry. You won't stay long. I just miss you. I promise you'll have fun.’

I bite my lip, hoping she'll take the bait. My anger takes a backseat because I need to be clear-headed for the days to come.

Bianca takes a full minute to probably think it through.

‘Fine. When should I come?’

I breathe a sigh of relief.

‘Next week. She'll start working and you know how stuck up she is about her work.’

‘See you next week. I love you.’

My gut twists but I type out those four letters. ‘I love you too, HoneyBee.’

Quickly I delete all the messages and come out of the bathroom, Dorian is still fast asleep. He's spent. If I wasn't driven by anger and hatred, I'll still be intertwined with him too.

I drop his phone and take mine, watching him sleep so freely. Before I can let myself wonder if it's possible to smother him with a pillow, I leave the room and head for the kitchen.

By the time, I'm done with the eggs and pancakes, Dorian shuffles into the kitchen in shorts, yawning and scratching his messy hair.

The sight of his defined biceps and toned stomach would've sent me into a fluttery feeling but I'm just cold.

“It smells amazing, honey.” He rounds the counter and comes in for a kiss.

I plaster on my warmest smile and tilt my face up. He kisses me and runs a hand down my back. My skin itches to be away from his touch.

“I thought I'm doing the cooking for us this week.”

I give him a look. “Am I not allowed to cook for my husband?”

He throws his hands up in surrender and backs away. “I'm not complaining. You look sexy holding a spatula.”

I laugh at the stupid joke and resist the urge to jam the spatula in his eye.

“Rot in hell,” his words suddenly surfaces in my head and my anger burns hot.

Oblivious to my emotions, Dorian pours himself coffee.

“So when are you going to speak to the guy? About the job?” He asks casually.

My voice shakes slightly from reining back my anger. But it sounds light and easy. “I'll schedule lunch with Greg today.”

“Really? Thank you so much baby. I'm sorry though. I know we said no work this week and I'm making you do this.”

I sound outraged that he’ll apologize for this. “I want to do this for you, my love. I meant all I said in my vows.”

Dorian returns to the counter and I hand him a plate. “Thank you.”

I smile lovingly and kiss his cheek. “I just remembered, I need your help with something.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

“I have some clothes to pick up at Kimberly's store.”

He nods before I finish. “I got you babe.”

Kimberly's store is on the other side of the city. I need him gone for at least two hours.

“I'll get some ice cream too from that place you love,” he adds, digging into his food.

Even better.

We eat in comfortable silence while my mind runs around my plans.

I don't shower with him, pretending to be busy cleaning the kitchen.

Soon. Dorian is kissing me goodbye and walking out the door with a bounce in his step after I let him take my car.

Once the car disappears down the road, I pull out my phone and dial.

“Hello, ma'am,” a voice greets me.

“Your guys can come now,” I say.

“Alright.” The line goes dead.

The men arrive in ten minutes and I let them inside.

“Can you set it up quickly? I have an important meeting soon.”

“Sure, ma'am.” One of them tips his hat at me and hurries along to help the rest set up cameras all over my house. I had ordered them before breakfast and paid more for the express delivery and services.

After an hour, my house is fully bugged with hidden cameras. The men pack up their equipment and march out to their van.

“It picks up video feed and sound well,” a technician tells me. We're standing by the door as he talks. “It's directly connected to this phone and it won't open without your fingerprint scan.”

I nod happily. It's the first time I'm smiling genuinely.

“And nobody can see it?”

He shakes his head. “We concealed it well in the walls and sockets. The only way someone will find out is if you tell them.”

I don't plan on telling anybody.

“Okay. Thank you.”

I stare down at the new phone and the various boxes of live video it receives. The technician leaves and I shut my door, my chest swelling with giddy anticipation.

“Let the games begin.”