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I haven't done anything yet!
    It was almost like the woman had realised that tonight was a charade and that Cheryl planned to do something terrible. She had seen straight through Cheryl's act and realised she was being manipulated.
    Cheryl swallowed continuously as she fussed with the pillows and duvet on the sofa. She assured herself that the woman quite simply didn't like her; it was nothing more ominous than that. Even had Cheryl not have been planning to kill Dave, the woman probably would have behaved the same way.
    Feeling a little better, she straightened and faced her guests. Relaxing when she noticed Karen wasn't looking her way, she began the goodbye routine and walked everyone to the front door.
    The couples lined up single file down the hallway as Cheryl opened the front door, Tom first and Karen second.
    "Thank you for the invite Cheryl, it was lovely meeting you," Tom told her.
    "Thank you for coming."
    Tom walked outside and Karen followed him without even looking at Cheryl, stunning her even though she had noticed the woman's dislike of her.
    Tom and Karen immediately began talking in hushed voices as they walked to their house across the street.
    "How rude," Nicole declared as she stood next to Cheryl. "Not the most sociable of people, are they?"
    "I guess we wont be inviting them again."
    James chuckled as he shrugged his coat on after helping Nicole with hers. "I guess they're not the party animal types, like we are."
    He yawned and everyone laughed.
    "Party animal my foot," Nicole told him.
    Cheryl hugged each person at the door and wished them all good night. She closed the door and leaned against it, suddenly out of breath.
    This is it. This is it.
    She listened to Dave's snoring, so loud she could hear it clearly from down here.
    She smiled slowly.
    This is it.

Chapter Two
    Cheryl stood at the foot of the bed watching Dave sleep.
    His snoring was indeed terrible as he lay sprawled on his back, his arms and legs thrown outwards.
    Ever since learning of Dave's affair and planning to kill him, Cheryl had experienced moments of panic as she wondered whether she'd be able to go through with it.
    Now, as she stood watching Dave sleep, knowing this would be the last time she saw him, she felt nothing.
    All the good memories she'd had of Dave had been ruined by the pictures of he and his secretary. The pleasure on his face as he made love to her over his desk still had the power to send a numbing cold stab through Cheryl's heart.
    She looked at Dave and felt nothing. No feelings for the man she had loved dearly until one week ago crippled her as she ran the plan through her dark mind.
    This really was the only way. Even if this affair wasn't serious, what about the next one? And the one after that?
    Obviously no longer interested in meaningless one night stands, Dave was now indulging in affairs with women he saw on a daily basis. Cheryl refused to live her life in fear, fear that her husband could leave her at any moment for his latest fling.
    No. She would consider this a lesson, a very tough lesson, but one that would benefit her in the long run.
    She was only 25, plenty of time to remarry and have the life she deserved. She would just have to be careful in her next choice of husband. Dave was handsome, that made him appealing to other women.
    Certainly something to keep in mind when she was on the hunt for a new husband.
    Cheryl ran her hands down her body, loving the feel of the silky negligee against her skin.
    The tight clingy garment was all she wore, and she smiled as she thought of her grief-stricken performance for the neighbours and the emergency crews that would soon be swarming the house.
    The stunning young wife, near enough naked as she screamed her husband's name, her sexy negligee leaving nothing to the imagination.
    Cheryl smirked. Who knows, she thought, maybe I'll meet husband number two tonight.
    Stepping around the bed to Dave's side, Cheryl reached for the bottle of vodka that sat on