It was cold and a quarter past six in the evening.
He entered the room, hung his keys on the holder and looked around. I smiled at him and he acted as if he hasn't noticed me. I called his name, loud and clear, but it was of no use.
I stood behind him, but he acted as if I wasn't there. I sat on the couch for an hour beside him and he still did not talk to me.
The door bell rang and as soon as he opened, she flung onto him and started kissing. I then understood that she is responsible for his depraved behavior.
"Did you get all the money?" she asked.
"No. They require Karen's death certificate for transferring her money to my account" he said.
"My death certificate!" I jumped from the couch and saw myself in the mirror and I couldn't see myself.
By the time I realized, it was too late! I was just a puppet in their powerful plan to kill me and get my money. I should have know that dog and about his intentions before he married me.