His Mad Delusions

Anise Buccaneer had just submitted her resignation letter when her mother called.

“Hey Anise, how’s your resignation going?”

“I submitted my resignation form and will be coming home in a month.”

“That's good, that's good.” Her mother sounded delighted, “Me and all the old ladies in town have found you a few decent suitors as blind dates when you come back. Let’s hope you can get married by the end of the year.”

Then, she advised affectively, “Try not to linger on that man from the Renaults. He’s not like the rest of us common folks, he’s from another social class entirely.”

Anise Buccaneer felt as if there was something lodged in her throat while tears began to well up in her eyes. “Don’t worry, Mom. I got it. I’ll come home to be with you after I’m done with the handover.”

After hanging up, she began to pack up her belongings in her office.

Over the years in Renault Corporation, she had so many personal belongings piled up. When she was halfway through packing, her phone rang again.

Clarice Reid had sent her a location along with a short text, [Come.]

There was no mistaking it. It was the address of Arthur Renault’s villa.

Twenty minutes later, Anise stood in front of the villa.

She pushed the ajar front door open and stepped inside to see Clarice in the center of the living room, holding a piece of bracelet.

Anise felt her heart skip a beat. She was sure she had taken all of her belongings with her when she moved out of this villa. How did she miss that?

Before she could even respond, Clarice slapped her across the face.

“These last few days, I've been trying to find out the identity of the woman who got with Arthur when I was abroad. I never thought it would be you, someone who I thought was my best friend!

“How did you pull this off? Look at yourself, you’re not even much of a looker, and you have the figure of a hag! How did you seduce him?”

Anise shivered while she felt a wave of shame wash over her.

“Clarice, things just happened because of a coincidence. For the record, our… intimate arrangement only happened during the time you were broken up with him. We never crossed any line before that.”

Smack!

Clarice slapped her again, “Even if we’re broken up, Arthur will always belong to me! Who do you think you are?”

Clarice slapped her so much harder this time that a trace of blood trickled from her lips. When a third slap was about to be delivered, Anise finally fought back and seized Clarice’s wrist.

“Anise, what are you doing?!”

A terrific shout emerged from behind. Before Anise could turn around, a tremendous force threw her off her feet.

She stumbled for balance before crashing to the ground and smashing her knees against the marble floor. The pain was so terrible that it made her wince.