My Husband's Obsessive Ex

Laura's POV

"Kendrick thinks that I have gone crazy," I said, pressing the phone close to my ears. I released a heavy sigh as I slowly folded my clothes back into my backpack.

"He does not think you are crazy, Laura." Chill out. "I guess he is just worried about you, we all are," Bree said, her voice accompanied by shuffling noises coming from the background. "I mean it kind of sounds unrealistic, the fact that you saw a lady dressed in a bridal dress with a knife in her hands, that only sounds like something that can happen in the movies." Bree ranted.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes at her even though I was fully aware that she could not see me. "Oh, so telling me that I am stressed out from wedding preparations sounds realistic?" I retorted.

I heard Bree sigh over the phone. I knew she was stylishly taking Kendrick's side, and it annoyed the living hell out of me. I just really hoped someone out there would believe me.

I mean, if you think deeply about it, "Seeing a woman in a bridal dress does sort of relate to a wedding and your wedding is around the corner, so yes, hallucinations can be a symptom of stress," Bree explained.

What about the trailing footsteps? "Bree, I swear I could feel someone following me from behind, and it has been that way ever since then," I said in a serious tone.

"Maybe someone is actually trailing you. It is possible that you might have a stalker. I do not know, maybe an abusive ex or someone, or it could also be possible that all of this is just some weird ass coincidence," Bree said. I could imagine her shrugging at me.

Oh, so what you are trying to say is that someone keeps coincidentally following me? "Are you kidding me, Bree? "Can you hear yourself now?" I paused to breath out a heavy sigh. Okay, let us say that maybe the lady in a bridal dress was just my hallucination, which I solely doubt though, but let us assume that is the case. Are you trying to say someone stalking me is also a coincidence? "Come on Bree, you have to believe me." I pushed further.

I needed validation to at least confirm that I was not completely crazy and the only person I thought of convincing was Bree. I had tried telling Kendrick about it many times, but he did not buy any of it at all. Kendrick called me a liar and a joke. He said I was intentionally making things up for some weird reason. He said that to me yesterday at noon and ever since then we have not spoken.

That was because I was offended by his choice of words, whereas Kendrick, on the other hand, was waiting for me to apologize.

"I believe you babe, I do. I guess I just mean you should be careful. I mean it could literally be anyone stalking you. Maybe someone might not want the wedding between you and Kendrick to happen," Bree stated. Although that sounded almost impossible. I could not think of anyone who would want to sabotage me and Kendrick's union. I mean, so far so good we were at complete peace with basically everyone.

Also, chill out with the wedding preparations and allow me to handle most of it, alright? I will be back in town next week, and then I can handle the invitations and wedding dress. "You just take your time to rest," Bree insisted.

I nodded my head at her and spoke in a calm tone. Thank you, Bree. "How is your mother, by the way?" I asked.

"Huh?" Bree responded in a tone of confusion.

Your mother, you said she was sick. "I asked how she was feeling now," I repeated. I heard Bree mutter a cuss under her breath before saying a very long "ohhh."

"Thanks for asking Laura, my mother is a lot better now," she replied. Bree and I continued to laugh and chat about other things, but I got interrupted the moment, by a call from my mother-in-law, Alice.

"Hi, Alice." I paused to clear my throat. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, why wouldn't everything be?" Alice snapped at me. Alice and I were not exactly on good terms. She hated me for some reason unknown to me. Several times, I had tried to please her in the past, but she had concluded that she was going to despise me for the rest of my life.

Alice only came to me when she needed stuff done. She used me like a puppet, and I was glad that she needed me at least. That was the only way to stop her from hating me any further.

"Okay then. How can I help you? Do you need help with anything? "Perhaps your hair needs to be done?" I asked in a soothing tone.

I heard her mutter something to herself over the phone before proceeding to say her request. "I am having guests over the house and I have a few chores to settle. "I need you to be here immediately so you can help me out with them," Alice ordered.

I sighed slowly. I badly wanted to refuse because I was swamped with work. I had to pack some of my clothes for the hotel where I was staying, but I knew I could not refuse.

"Sure, I will be there immediately," I said, feigning excitement.

Without wasting any more time, I left the rest of my clothes with a reminder to pack them later. I scurried out of the house and hastily boarded a taxi to Alice's house.

I arrived in an hour's time due to the traffic on the road. I hastily scurried to the front door, ready to take whatever insult Alice planned to rain on me.

I delivered a small knock on the door, but to my uttermost surprise, the door knob was broken, and the door creaked open wide.

I furrowed my brows into confusion as I stepped into the apartment. I stood by the entrance, shocked at the horrific sight in front of me.

Alice's lifeless body is covered in her own pool of blood. I noticed a familiar knife stuck in her stomach.

I cover my mouth to stop myself from screaming loudly as the tears rush down my cheeks. I notice a piece of paper lying close to her.

I tilt my head to the right to properly read the content out loud.

"Game On.”