Can you really hate someone so much that you laugh when you hear about their tragic death? At first I would think that anyone who would do it is crazy, but now...but now my answer is yes. Yes you can hate someone to that extent, and that someone is my very own husband, Darryl.

Darryl abused me for three long years, I let it go on for that long because I had hope, I had a bit of hope that he would change his ways. He would see the love that I have for him and treat me better, but it got worse. The physical, sexual and emotional abuse got worse. Much worse than I thought it would. He even went as far as leaving cuts on my hand, but the fool in me kept on forgiving him. The abuse only ended three hours ago when he left for work and I got a call that he he had died.

He fell down the stairs at his workplace, I don't think I have ever been happy in my life. My love for him died months ago, the only thing that I had for him now was hatred. 'Ma'am your husband couldn't make it.' The words on the police officer who delivered the news kept playing in my mind, it was like a very very addictive song that kept playing in my head. It was good news for me, the best news I have ever heard in my thirty years of living.

I sat down on the couch, I had just returned from identifying his body, I did pretend to cry so I could look like the sad and pitiful wife who has just lost her husband. I was a widow now, who knew I would be a widow at thirty years old, mind you it was my birthday today. I want to celebrate it like I have never celebrated before. I just have to deliver the news to his family...actually no, it's not my responsibility, they never liked me anyway. They loved the fact that their son abused me. So they will hear the news from someone else.

I might as well celebrate my birthday in a bar and drink the night away

As soon as that thought crossed my mind I jumped off the couch and went into my closet and searched for something to wear. I found a lovely black dress, it was short, tight and very very sexy. I didn't care about how people were going to look at me when they saw me there when according to them I am supposed to be in my room crying like a baby.

After a few hours of dolling myself up I took my car keys and went to the garage where I had parked my car. I got inside my car and started the engine, I put my phone on silent mode so I wouldn't be bothered because I knew that as soon as people saw me they were going to call my parents and in laws.

I drove to the nearest bar in the city. It was called M & V. It is said the bar is opened by one of the most dangerous guy in this country, but who cares I just want to have some fun.

As soon as I got out of the car I noticed how busy the streets were. I don't even remember the last time I went out and felt this happy. Ever since I married that man I have been living a life of torture. I didn't know what happiness was anymore. Life was just dull and hell like for me. Everyday felt like the worst day of my life.

I saw couples, students, women my age and young men going into the bar. I couldn't help but envy the young couple. They looked so happy together.

Stop it Belle, you are here to enjoy yourself not pity yourself. I took my phone and my purse and I lokecked the car, I put the car keys in my purse and I entered the bar, of course it was packed because it was a Friday. And of course people who knew me looked at me like I was commiting the most unforgivable sin anyone can commit.

I just rolled my eyes at them and moved to the bartender. "Here to have a good time?" The bartender asked. He looked young, like he was in his early twenties.

"Yes, I just want to enjoy this night...it's my birthday." I said, with a smile on my face. I don't remember the last time I interacted with someone outside of my in laws and family.

"Wow..happy birthday...so what would you like to drink beautiful?" He asked, wiping the class that he was holding in his hands.

"Uhm...peachy keen cocktail." The bartender nodded his head in response and turned around to make my drink.

The only thing that could be heard was the loyd music, people laughing, chatting and dancing. Here I was all alone on my birthday, but I was finally free from my abusive marriage and the world most nosy in laws. I just hoped that my parents will support me in everything I do. I sighed. "Is the environment not to your liking?" I man asked, I looked behind me and I saw, a tall man who was wearing a black suit. He had black hair, deep blue eyes and caramel skin. He looked intimidating you could tell he was someone you wouldn't want to mess with.

"Here is your drink ma'am." The bartender handed me my drink, as soon as his eyes landed on the man standing beside me, I saw a change of attitude, like he had just seen a tiger. "Good evening sir." He says.

"Evening. This lady's drinks are on the house." As soon as he said that I realised that he was the owner, the man who owned almost every bar and club in this country, Alexei Volkov.