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Chapter 3 - The Inexorable Revenge

On a private corner of "Café de Flore," Ange and a celebrated writer who seemed to be a trustable acquaintance met for a personal service.

Mrs. Céline: Long time no see, sweetheart!

Mrs. Aries: That's spot on. How have you been so far?

Mrs. Céline: Fantastic! I hope everything is going well for you.

Mrs. Aries: Frankly speaking, I've been struggling to find a way to expose my other side to my lovey.

Mrs. Céline: I inferred from your call of last night that you want me to record a past chapter of your life

Mrs. Aries: You can say a haunting past chapter of my life.

Mrs. Céline: Is this why you selected revenge as a theme for your story?

Mrs. Aries: The inexorable revenge is going to be the second and last move to uncover all my nocuous secrets.

Mrs. Céline: That seems quirky. I would be happy to intimately help you to unfetter your truth.

After an illicit voyage to pursue freedom beyond the borders of my homeland, I found myself caged in a befouled rented apartment of a drug fiend, who plighted to marry me anon. I did not see light for almost one year while being with him. Whenever I wanted to, he used to affright me with a sole excuse. I mean he used to tell me that the external world is minacious for people like me. Though I followed his words, he deceived my trust. He used to physically chastise me whenever he got high from smoking weed. And if I ever impetrated him to accede to a drug rehab center at hand, he ofttimes lashed me with his hard belt on my back. At times when he had failed drug dealing affairs, I was forced many times to amuse him by greedily eating his dog food, or osculating his legs. I puled in solitude many nights. Whereas he slept in peace. But, one day, everything had to change. I had to think of a way to end this oppressive life after he had ordered me to serve him and his gang with glee. I hence gave them out wine of mixed lethal drugs to dart across the next commune.

Mrs. Céline: I can see your tears, darling. Let's take a pause for you to gather your strength!

Mrs. Aries: Nah! I cried many times.

Mrs. Céline: Alright! I'm listening to you.

I first thought of my deed as an act of justice. However, my subsequent enforced plan evinced a berserk sense of revenge on my part. Under an old Linden tree, Alain came across me. My pitiful situation suggested to others and him that I was a mendicant. However, the truth is that I was just waiting for a helping hand. At the drop of a hat, he came nearer to stroke my hair and to ask me about my name. I immediately said: "My name's Angela. And I'm an orphan". I know that I deluded him with such a big lie. But, I bluntly had no other solutions. I didn't want to contemplate his true reasons for marrying me. Accepting the fact that he was my destined saver swept out all my doubts toward him. Everything was peachy until my little brother showed up.

Mrs. Céline: Are you ok? You look pallid. Do you want some water, sweetie?

Mrs. Aries: Yes, please!

Mrs. Céline: Shall we continue tomorrow? I feel like you need some rest.

Mrs. Aries: No need. All is well.

No sore heart in the world would willingly pass up a chance to take revenge. It all began when my little brother, who illegally emigrated from his motherland, called me to enforce me to help him. After many of his failed endeavors, he then started to stalk me to know where I reside. Honestly speaking, if his numerous menacing text messages did not daunt me, I would never agree to meet him again. And I probably would never think of revenge if I didn't hear a man singing "Better than Revenge" on my way. The meeting availed me to a great extent. I could know how my little brother violently threatened a faithful friend of mine, who works as a primary teacher, to get my mobile phone number. I did know how my big brother and my mother profited from my disappearance. He bribed his lawyer to falsify my stepfather's original behest, which says that I am the only heiress. I did know that my children are repeatedly beaten up by their stepmother, and that my eldest daughter was constrained by her father to espouse a golden-ager. I thence illuded my little brother that I am going to the bank to financially help him. So, I asked him to stay where he is. Whilst I, in a flash, scampered to a public telephone to report him.

My next target was my biological father, who was urgently transmitted to a hospital in the City of Love. Wherein I by accident beheld him in my visit of my father-in-law. They both had a heart transplant surgery to have that night. Yet, there was only one volunteer. To purposely end the life of my dad, I had to tempt the parents of the dead son with millions of Euros. By doing so, I could finally see an endearing smile on my hubby's face by securing a benefactor for his father. The next day, I elegantly dressed and scented my whole body with "Revenge" perfume to see the corse of my dad with gratification in the mortuary.

Mrs. Céline: Did that satiate your desire for revenge?

Mrs. Aries: No. Rather, it thrived my desire for revenge.

My cousin did accompany my father as his caregiver in the hospital. Therefore, she did delusively benefit from her sojourn. To permanently stay hither, she chose my personal driver as a fall guy. With her few successful attempts, she hence managed to allure him with lies to wed her. I by chance espied many romantic scenes of the two little birds in illusive love in the cafeteria of the hospital. To hit her back in an affecting way, I skillfully revealed her true colors to him. I told him that her true name isn't Mia. She is the wife of another guy. And she just wants to use him to permanently stay in this country. I also advised him to cut off all relations with her in order not to lose his life and his work. On an instantaneous call, he then notified her that he doesn't want her anymore without even affording her a last chance to talk.

Mrs. Céline: How could you convince him to break up with your cousin that easy?

Mrs. Aries: Simply because men disrelish hollow-hearted women.

Mrs. Céline: I can see your point, Angela.

It was only that masterly painting of a notable that helped me to cleverly retaliate against my ex-husband and his wife. It was, in fact, a gift from Alain for our wedding anniversary. The profound details of that artwork incited me to design a flagitious plan together with my friend. And the statement of "Never underrate the pains of a weak-kneed person" atop this latter stiffened my heart. I forgot to mention that this friend of mine was actually the teacher of my son. As agreed on our call, she intentionally gave her pupils a lesson about family. As some pupils hectored him and his sisters about being slaves for their dad, the bullies availed our side. To empurple him with rage, my heavy tears of agony in our video call induced him to take the life of the scourge. He afterward stealthily grasped a hunting rifle from his father's bedroom. With steady steps, my son wended his way to the fields where my ex-husband labored. As it was afternoon, he was solus. My boy thus seized the opportunity to shoot his father in his forehead. To his shock, he left the rifle and hurtled toward his teacher. My cousin accidentally caught sight of that rifle while bringing some food for her husband. She naively gripped it to see to whom it belongs before lending her ear to the last breath of her consort. In such a way, she was charged with killing her husband after a neighbor had watched her holding the crime tool. My friend did of course her best to convince my son to keep his crime a secret for the sake of me and his persecuted siblings.

Mrs. Céline: Do you think luck helped you out to put your plan into action?

Mrs. Aries: I think a vindictive person can never infringe on a fury sensation.

The tape of my plan did not sunder at that point. Rather, I and my friend had to think well to make my mother and big brother pay back. Since I chose her as my rep, she had to buy the original behest from my family's lawyer. By unexpectedly receiving a windfall, he facilely testified against my big brother. I could then acquire a munificent inheritance. Whence I could secure a comfortable abode for my kids and my friend after kicking out my small family. I could also aid in the construction of an orphanage over here. In the case of my step-sibling, I believe that he is still jailed. While my mother became a vagrant.

Mrs. Céline: Wow! You've had a hard life.

Mrs. Aries: Still I am alive.

Mrs. Céline: I have one last question. What made you avow your dark secrets right now?

Mrs. Aries: It was the translated movie of "Revenge" (2015) that inspired me to tell you my reminiscences to avenge myself and all women like me.

En route to Alain's company, Ange preferred to ride the metro. Wherein she underwent deleterious thoughts. At first, the phone ringtone of a seatmate, which denoted the end, prickled her heart with worriment. In the meantime, something roaming over her reprised the word "Loser!" As she became bilious, she had to stop at the next station, especially after the incessant bawls of a colic baby had emerged as horrendous hallucinations for her. Before finally reaching her spouse's office, Angela strolled around the company to look for the one who called her "Reidah" behind the door in the bathroom. After a futile search, she headed toward the final floor to see her consort. He had to keep his face grinning while meeting his wife this time. Ange did not certainly have any doubts about his facial reaction though stress marks were salient from his hand movement. Suddenly, Alain's special guest set foot in the office. When her husband took out his right hand from his pocket to greet his new business partner, a folded paper fell on the floor. That stranger with a familiar face then grabbed the paper to read: "To my bonny". Ange and Alain thence peered at each other with a sense of guilt.