My husband's obsessive ex

Chapter One - The Woman In The Dress

Laura's POV

"Fiancee?" Maya raised a brow at him. The smile on her face had disappeared and was now replaced with a look of utter confusion. She stood in front of us, her hands were carefully placed on her hips.

Standing in front was Kendrick's ex. She had approached me and Kendrick while we were having dinner at a restaurant. Some few minutes ago, she had invited us to her wedding and thereafter Kendrick had introduced me as his Fiancee.

I sneaked a glance at Kendrick, trying to read his expression. I watched him adjust his posture on the chair. He flashed me a warm smile which left me utterly curious.

Kendrick nodded his head in response to her question, he grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight. "Yes, we are getting married in two months." He said.

This was not some sort of competition between him and his ex, was it? The last thing I wanted to be was some pawn in the game of two angry exes.

"What?" Maya gasped loudly in shock, she took a few steps backward, stunned at Kendrick's statement. I watched her clench her fist tight and scoff at us or maybe at me because she now had her eyes fixated on me.

"Yeah, you heard me right. We both love each other and can not wait to spend the rest of our lives together. I want to grow old with her and take good care of her." Kendrick sneaked a glance at me, he flashed me a warm smile which I hastily returned.

I felt uneasy. Kendrick looked happy for Maya about her marriage but it was the other way round for her, her gaze alone could kill. I watched her roll her eyes at the both of us before comforting herself. "Well then, I wish you both a happy married life." Without waiting for our response, she turned around and began to walk away.

I sighed in relief once she was out of our sight. Her presence made me feel extremely uncomfortable, Kendrick on the other hand did not even seem to care at all. His eyes returned back to the screen of his phone.

We were on a date yet all Kendrick had done was focus on his phone, that asides. Our date just got ruined by his ex yet he had not even thought of apologizing to me or better still, an explanation would work fine.

"Who is she?" I asked with a stern look on my face.

I heard Kendrick mutter something under his breath before replying me. "Chill out, she is just my ex girlfriend. We have not seen each other in a really long while." He replied with a slight shrug.

"Did you not at least notice anything off about her?" I raised a brow at him. Surprisingly, Kendrick shook his head in disagreement and waved it off completely. "She is still the same old Maya that I used to know."

"That is not what I am talking about. I mean something about her seemed off when you told her about our wedding in two months." I stated. Suddenly, Kendrick dropped his phone on the table and gazed at me with a tired look on his face. "Are we really about to go back and forth about this? Why are you always so paranoid Laura?" He snapped at me.

I gulped a lump down my throat, feeling slightly offended by Kendrick's harsh words. "I am not being paranoid, I am just saying it is best to be careful but hey, if you think she is totally normal then fine, I agree with you." I said. Actually, I lied. I hated that I had to agree with Kendrick but I also knew that was the best thing to do at that moment in order to avoid getting into any unnecessary arguments with Kendrick.

He nodded his head in agreement at me and drifted his attention back to his phone but I hear him mumble something like. "You are only acting jealous."

We spent the rest of our date in silence and once I was home, I tried to search for Maya on any of the social media platforms because I felt really uneasy about her. I had a feeling that she was up to no good but unfortunately for me, I could not find a single thing about her, it was almost like she did not exist on the side of social media.

The next morning, I prepared to head to my saloon but right before that, I decided to give Bree a call. I dialed her number several times but it kept going to voicemail which was unlike Bree because she was always with her phone majority of the time.

I shrugged it off and decided to leave her a message to call me back whenever she sees my text. Without wasting any more time, I grabbed my purse and just as I was about to leave, I heard a creaking noise echo from the corridor.

My heart skipped a beat and my brows were furrowed in confusion at the noise, it was coming directly from the back door and last I checked, no one had the keys to my back door except me and I was literally with the keys.

I placed my hand on my chest to steady my rapid heartbeat as I began to yell. "Who is there?"

I got no response but the noise had not stopped, I heard footsteps draw closer and it scared me. The hairs on my skin began to rise and I felt chills run down my throat.

I turned around to hastily grab my lamp as a weapon and just as I turned back to the direction of where the noise came from, Standing right in front of me was an unfamiliar figure.

A woman dressed in a bridal dress stood a few inches away from me with a knife covered in my blood, pointed in my direction.

What the hell was going on and who the hell was that?

Chapter Two - Creepy Movements.

Laura's POV

My heart began to race extremely fast as I took a few steps backward. "Do not come near me." I yelled in a shaky voice. My breathing became hitched and I accidentally staggered backward, slumping to the floor.

I screamed out loud with tears rolling down my cheeks. "Please do not hurt me." I wailed in fear. I shut my eyes, unable to face the horrific sight in front of me. My eyes remained closed for a few minutes yet I felt nothing, not a single touch on me. I had to snap my eyes open and surprisingly I saw the mysterious woman's back turned against me.

She slowly began to walk back into the dark corridor, towards the back door. I took it as an opportunity to pick up my phone and hastily dial Kendrick's number. He picked on the second ring. "Hello?" His deep voice rang out loud.

"Kendrick, you need to come save me! Please come right now!" I cried out, pressing the phone close to my ears. I rubbed my sweaty palms against the back of my neck and broke down into tears.

"Calm down Laura, slow down. What the hell is going on?" Kendrick's voice was laced with concern. I was too disorientated to explain anything to him. Where was I even going to begin from? Was I going to say that I had seen a mysterious woman in a bridal dress? That made no sense at all.

"Just please hurry!" I cried out before hanging up. Without wasting any more time, I dialed 911 in a haste.

"911, what is your emergency?" A feminine voice rang through my phone speakers. I bit my lower lip in frustration as I thought of the right word to say.

"Hello? Is anybody there?" The feminine voice repeated. I sighed heavily and replied in a haste. "There is a woman at my house, she has a knife in her hand and she is threatening to kill me, please I need you to be here right now." I pleaded.

"Alright ma'am, please calm down and tell me your address?" The feminine voice asked in a soothing tone. I hastily called out my address to her and she promised to be there in a few minutes.

During my time of waiting for Kendrick and the police to arrive, all I did was sit in that same position and cry my eyes out. Every single noise scared me.

In a few minutes, Kendrick and the police arrived at the same time. Kendrick rushed towards me with a concerned look on his face. He pulled me into a tight hug and began to pat my back gently.

"Are you okay? My goodness Laura you scared me." Kendrick whispered softly into my ears. I gulped a lump down my throat and hastily wiped the tears off my eyes. "She was here, I swear there was a woman here. She had a bridal dress on and a knife in her hand." I ranted.

"Calm down Laura, the police are searching everywhere but are you sure that was what you saw?" Kendrick asked. I nodded my head in agreement, I knew he would think I was crazy or that I was making things up.

Some few minutes later, the police approached us with confused looks on their faces. "There is no sign or trace of anyone breaking into the apartment." One of them spoke in a low tone.

I shook my head in disagreement, there was no way that would be possible. I saw her come into my house through the back door and I was the only one who had the key which meant that she definitely broke into my apartment.

I caught Kendrick gazing at me with a worried look on his face before turning to the officers to say. "Thank you so much officers, I will be in contact." He said. The officers nodded their heads at us before walking out of the house.

"That is not possible Kendrick, I swear on my life, I saw her. She had a white dress on and a knife in her hand. She was dressed like a bride." I said with pleading eyes. I was hoping he would believe me if I pushed further but the look on Kendrick's face was discouraging. It looked like he had made up his mind to believe something else.

"Look Laura, I think you might just be stressed from all the wedding preparations, don't you think so?" Kendrick blurted out.

I scoffed at him, pushing him away from me. I rose to my feet and gazed at him in disbelief. "I can not believe you Kendrick. How could you say such a thing? I am telling the truth!" I cried out.

"Calm down. No one is against you but you heard the police? There was no sign of anyone breaking in. I just think you might be stressed and all. Ask your friend Bree to help you out with the wedding plans. You know I would help you too but I am busy with work." Kendrick said.

I felt disappointment wash over me, tears pricked from the corner of my eyes and I bit my lower lip to hold back the tears from pouring any further.

"I have to go now but I will talk to you later at night and then we can talk about all of this. Okay?" He raised a brow at me.

I nodded my head at him and watched him walk out of my house.

That same night, I had to leave the house and sleep at the hotel because I was afraid of staying alone. Bree's number remained unreachable for the entire day until the next morning when I got a call from her that she had travelled out of town to visit her sick mother.

The next morning, on my way to the saloon, I heard someone call out my name from behind.

"Laura."

I turned around to gaze at the culprit but I was shocked to see no one.

I continued walking and I had the feeling that someone was trailing me from behind.

My heart raced a bit as I turned around and saw the shadow of a female figure.

"Who's there?" My voice echoed in a shaky tone.

Chapter Three - Game On

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 was 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 with 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 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 hallucinations 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 was not buying any of it at all. Kendrick had 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 that 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 I 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 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 reasons 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 to 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."