It's Not What You Think

I don’t care what anyone says everything is better when you have a lot of money. My friends and I are sitting around a table in Los Angeles’ most expensive restaurant. I look down at the menu that is in front of me and my face fell. Everything on here cost more than I have. Part of me is screaming on the inside. How am I married to America’s richest man and I can’t afford to eat out like I am. I told him weeks ago, that I need to start getting an allowance or access to his bank account, but nooooo he hasn’t made it happen.

“So Amelia, what are you going to get?” my best friend Beth asked.

I gave her an awkward look.

“I’m not sure yet,” I said uncertainly.

“Ugh please don’t tell me, Kieran still hasn’t given you any money yet? You mind as well get a job,” Alissa said in a joking way.

I start to argue with her, but how can I? She’s right. I mind as well be the only wife married to a multi billionaire who works at Starbucks for money.

“Don’t worry, I got you. Order what you want,” Beth says.

“Thanks,” I say to her.

“But serious, what are you going to do about him?” Alissa asked.

I look at her feeling unsure.

“I don’t know, he won’t listen to me no matter what I say,” I answer.

“You could divorce him and find another rich man to marry,” Alissa suggest.

“I can’t, I signed a prenup,” I said a low tone.

“SERIOUSLY!?!” Alissa and Beth both said at once.

“I know, I know it was a dumb idea, but at the time he was so perfect and he said money wouldn’t be an issue,” I explained.

“Something about Kieran isn’t right,” Alissa coldly said.

“Why? Because he’s stingy?” Beth asks.

“No, my husband, who’s Kieran’s business partner, said that his last two wives went away quietly. There was no lawsuits, he never spoke about, and no one knew about it not even his family. It was as if they never existed,” Alissa points out.

“You’re being paranoid. People can divorce each quietly,” I point out.

“Not if they’re as famous as your husband. Something about Kieran doesn’t make sense,” Alissa says.

Later that day, I went home to our mansion that overlooks the ocean. When I walk inside, I for about Alissa’ accusation. I went to Kieran’s office to talk to him. As I approach his office glass door, I see him with his nerdy black rim glasses sitting down while staring at his computer. He looks so good. My husband is about 6”5ft tall, skinny, but slight muscular, beautiful light tan skin tone, has a sharp jaw line and gentle face. I look knock on the glass door and peek my head inside. His large hazel eyes look up at me and smile.

“You’re home,” he said with joy.

“Are you busy? Can I talk to you?” I ask.

“No, I’m just finishing something. What’s up?”

I step into his office then I walk to him then stood in front of him.

“I know we’ve talk about in the past, but I really need money consistently, access to your bank or something. If not then I might have to get a job,” I explain.

His face went from happy to concern. Then he grab me by my waist with both of his hands and pull me to sit on his lap.

“I’m sorry, that has been slipping my mind, but I don’t want you to work. So I’ll work on getting you a bank card,” he explains.

“You’ve been saying that for awhile.”

He hugs his arms around me making feel a little less mad at him.

“I know, but I mean it this time.”

“When?” I ask.

“Tonight, at dinner,” he answers.

A smile came on my face and I look at him seeing he’s smiling at me too. We start to kiss. Then I stop and look at him feeling happy to have him.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too.”

I got up from his lap and left. Part of me has a good feeling about this hopefully this money issue that I’m having will go away.

That evening, I got dress for dinner in a short summer dress that goes to my thighs and shows a lot of cleavage. I’m standing in front of a mirror feeling happy that I’m finally going to have money to go shopping like I see a lot of celebrities do on social media. As I’m getting dress, I got an alert on my phone. I look at it seeing that Beth just found out that she’s pregnant. We talk about it and it sounds like she’s very happy about it. Which makes me happy as well. We even start to talk about how our future kids are going to be best friends too.

I go downstairs to have dinner with Kieran. When I arrive to the dining room, I see his sitting at the table already. Normally, I’m usually waiting on him. I sit down at the small round table next to him feeling happy.

“You look good,” he compliments.

“Thanks! Guess what! Beth is pregnant,” I tell him.

“That’s great. Did she just find out?”

“Yes! She’s so excited. Wouldn’t it be funny if our kid and her kid became best friends as well or started dating each other?” I jokingly ask.

“Are you pregnant?” he asks in a scared tone.

“No. Would it be bad if I were?” I ask feeling unsure about his tone and scare facial reaction.

“A little, I don’t want kids,” he says.

My facial expression fell.

“What?”

“You didn’t know? I don’t like kids.”

I sat back in my chair feeling so let down. Then one of our servants came with our food, but I’m too much in shock to eat.

“You don’t want kids?” I repeat.

“Yes, I thought I told you.”

“No, you didn’t, but it’s fine,” I lie.

I lean forward and start to eat my food trying not to think about the bad news he just gave me.

“Were you able to get the bank card?” I ask and look at him.

His eyes grew wide with concern as if he just remembers what he forgot.

“I’m so sorry, I forgot about that.”

At that moment, I stood up from my chair and walk away feeling so upset.

“Amelia, I’m sorry,” he apologizes, but I didn’t say anything.

I went upstairs to our bedroom crying. I’m such an idiot. I literally married the worse man ever. He doesn’t give me any money, and he doesn’t want kids. Is he even worth it?!

As I walk into the bedroom, I suddenly notice a black leather notebook lying on the end table next to Kieran’s side of the bed. I walk to it then pick it up and open it. I’m surprise to see there’s over hundreds of different women’s names written in here. Each page is full of different women’s names. Then I seen my name on the last page. What is this?!? I suddenly hear feet steps walking along the hard waxed floor. I quickly put the book away and lay face first on the bed not wanting to show him that I’m crying.

“Amelia…”

“Go away!” I yelled.

“I’m sorry, but I got you something,” he tells me.

I sit up and look at him seeing he’s sitting down on the bed next to me holding an envelope.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Open it.”

I sit up and grab the envelope from him. Then I open it seeing it’s a check for $20,000.

“Seriously?!?”

“Yes, I’m sorry. I haven’t been the best husband to you, but this should make up for it and tomorrow first thing. I’ll go to the bank and get you the bank card to our account,” he promises.

I hug him feeling so happy that I’m finally getting what I’ve always wanted. Money to finally go shopping and to be rich.

“So I’m guessing there’s no real way to convince you to have kids is there?” I ask.

“No,” he said in a quick tone. “Come down and finish eating.

Later that night, I’m lying bed facing the ceiling with tears rolling down my face. All I can think about is how much I want a baby. Throughout my life I’ve had many miscarriages. Now my best friend is having one while I’m not. What makes this situation worse is I’m married to a multi billionaire who can easily afford to have kids, but doesn’t want one and if I divorce I’m not going to get any money. Then again, I haven’t gotten any money for this entire marriage except for the $20,000 he gave me and the few thousand dollars he gave me at the beginning of our marriage. Even more tears start to flow down touching my ears as I thought about how I’m trap and I’m not going to have kids. No. I must fix this.

I got up from the bed quietly trying not to wake him up. Then I quickly went to the kitchen and grab a knife. Then I walk back upstairs feeling my heartbeat racing. All I can think about is how much I want to have a family, but I don’t want to go back to poverty.

I approach my husband, seeing that he’s lying on his back. He should have wanted kids, and not been so frugal. Then I wouldn’t have to do this.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

I clutched the knife in my hands, lift it high in the air, then stabbed him in the chest as hard as I could. As soon as the knife went into him, I look at his eyes expecting them to be close, but they’re not. They’re open. His eyes look at me. Then I look at his chest not seeing any blood coming out.

“Are you seriously trying to kill me?” he ask in an annoy tone.

He sits up and pulls the knife out of his chest.

I take a step back staring at him in disbelief.

“I’ve had over thousands of wives and none of them tried to kill me in such a sloppy way,” he says whiling standing up looking livid. “Did you really think this would kill me?”

Those names in the notebook I found must have been his ex-wives, but why?

“What are you?” I ask feeling afraid.

He steps closer to me and I back away.

“I’m a demon with a very interest curse. To survive me to live, I have to eat people, but I can only eat people who are in my family or that I’m married to,” he explains.

“Is that why you have so many different girl names in your journal?”

“Yes, and what’s funny is. I genuinely love you and didn’t want to eat you; I actually tried to break the curse,” he explains while walking closer to me.

I suddenly stop walking when I felt the wall behind me. Kieran is standing in front of me looking at me in an evil way. The way he’s looking at me, I almost don’t recognize him.

“But you tried to kill. So it’s only fair that I do the same. Plus I’m hungry,” he says

He holds the knife up as if he’s going to stab me.

“Please don’t. I’m sorry, I just wanted kids. After having five miscarriages, I can’t imagine my life without having a baby and I don’t want to go back to poverty,” I explain with tears rolling down my eyes.

“We could have figured something out, but It’s too late now.”

“I’m sorry, we still can,”

As soon as I see his hand come down, I close my eyes and turn my head. Then I felt a sharp pain, and everything went black.