(36) Conniving Cousin

Isabel slammed her door as hard as she could and sat staring into space. She was so tired of Anna and John’s devotion to her. How on earth did someone like her end up with someone like John? She knew she had to do something to make him doubt her. The pictures of Anthony kissing her had been a good start but she knew if would have to be something even more spectacular if this was going to work. Isabel picked up her phone and dialed.

“I need to meet now.”

“Why?” The voice on the other end asked in a tone that grated on her nerves “I did what you asked and gave you the pictures, what happens after that is not my problem.”

“I’m making it your problem,” Isabel screeched at the top of her lungs “I paid you to find something incriminating on her and it didn’t work.”

“Again, not my problem.” The voice said in a tone that suggested he was sitting there casually reading a magazine. “It’s not my fault that your boy loves his wife.”