What kind of fool does he think I am? I’m tired of being his stepping stool; I got something for his ass! The thought of packing his clothes and throwing him out was too easy, I want him to pay for all he put me through!
Antoine and I were young and madly in love with each other when we wed on July 10, 1995. We supported each other careers. Antoine works for a law firm in Manhattan, his friends were wealthy and he was well compensated. I work as a surgeon in Queens Hospital, I know my job all too well and I’m damn good at it. God gave me these hands to save other people, but I can also take away a life if I wanted to.
My husband and I have three handsome boys, Antoine Jr. 14, Tahji 12, and Kayne 10. I love them so much. I can honestly say that I have some well behaved boys. Their on the honor roll at school, Antoine is on the basket ball team, Tahji is on the soccer team, and Kayne is taking writing classes on Saturday’s. I make sure I schedule all surgeries Monday- Friday from 9:00 am-7:00pm; I need to be home to help my kids with homework and tuck them into bed. My weekends are dedicated to my family. Antoine use to feel the same way, but I noticed he’s become more distant. He goes away on business trips almost every month and he stays at his job until midnight. This has never happened before, something is not right and I’m going to get to the bottom of this once and for all.
I woke up early and got the kids ready for our long day. I checked my cell phone to see if I had any calls, but there weren’t any. He’s really getting bold with his shit! I already know it’s another woman; I just want to confirm it. I spoke to his mother about his behavior and that was like talking to a brick wall. While the children were getting dressed, I turned my computer on and log into a website called Private Chic. It’s owned by a female private investigator and what I read from the other ladies, she’s really good. It took me a minute to decide if I wanted to hire this private chic, while I was thinking about it I chose my package and paid for my services. I picked the most expensive package that money can buy. I’m not worried about money, I have enough put away for rainy days and my husband’s life insurance is worth two million dollars. I have no need to sweat money.
After everything was done, I turned my computer off and took my children to their games and classes. Since Kayne was the last kid I dropped off, I went to Dunkin donuts that was across the street from his class. While I’m sitting there I get a call from Private Chic Inc. It was a recording telling me what information I needed to email her, which wasn’t a hassle because I did everything from my HTC Touch phone. I didn’t want to waste any time, it was my turn to seek revenge.
I don’t understand why women have to get all crazy and lose sleep just because their significant other is having an affair, use the anger and do something about it. No man is invincible, he can be touched. In my case he will be touched! I don’t believe in telling family members or friends my problem. I tried that with his mother and it didn’t help, so now I have to take matters into my own hands. By the end of the day I will know what he’s been up to.
Today was a long day but the kids had a ball. Antoine is missing out on all of his kid’s games, classes and activities. I hope whatever he’s doing is worth losing his family or his life over. He has no idea what he got coming to him. I shake off the thought of Antoine and focus on cooking dinner. My kids love when I make my homemade macaroni and cheese with fried chicken. I top it off with some ice tea and for dessert; I fix them a nice cup of vanilla ice cream. We sat at the table and talked about their day for awhile. My kids are something else, they had me cracking up.
It was about that time for the kids to get ready for bed. “Ok guys let’s get those dishes in the sink and get ready for bed.” “Mom what are you going to do for the rest of the night?” asked Tahji. “I’m going to watch a movie and play games on the computer.” “Where’s daddy?” asked A.J. “He’s on a business trip, he’ll be home soon.” “He’s never home anymore.” “Well don’t worry yourself, he’ll be here.” Listening to my boys ask for their father and I had to lie to them made me so mad. I waited for the kids to go in their room and I called him. Of course it goes straight to voice mail, so I left a nice little message. “Hey babe, I haven’t heard from you. Where are you? What’s going on? Call me when you get this message.” I could care less what he’s doing and I know he’s not calling me back, but its fine.
I cleaned up my kitchen and went in my room. I log into my yahoo account and checked my email. I received an email from the investigator with details about my husband. I received a 24 page report, everything was in details. I began to print all 24 pages.
I found out that he has an apartment in near Central Park. He has a girlfriend that has two daughters by him. He has three off shore accounts that totals $400,000; he has a second job working as a stock broker on Wall Street. He has three bank accounts here that totals $1 million dollars, he inherited $6 million dollars from his father and that money was put in an account for the kids. As I read on my blood began to boil and my eyes filled with tears of rage. The strange thing is I didn’t feel hurt and my heart wasn’t broken, I was just filled with anger. At least he had sense to give the kids his inheritance money. When I read the last page she attached a note asking me what I wanted to do. I left the papers on my bed and went back to my computer; I sent her an email saying to proceed on. She knew just what to do.
Three Days Later
I called the police and filed a missing person report. I gave the police all of his information and I made sure I sounded as if I was upset, deep inside I was overwhelmed with joy.
On the fourth night I got a call from the police station, Office Wise asked me to come down to identify some pictures. I called his mother and told what was going on; she insisted that I bring her grandchildren over to her house. I dropped them off and headed to the police station. I parked the car and went inside.
I walked up to the front desk and asked for Office Wise. I was then told to have a seat and wait for him. I sat there for at least five minutes. I see this fine ass Officer walking over to me, “Hello Mrs. Ming, I’m Officer Wise. I’m sorry to have you come down so late but I need you to identify some pictures.” “It’s ok; I’m just a little out of it.” We walked to the back of the police station, he pointed to some pictures on the desk. I walked over to the desk and looked at the pictures. “Yes officer, this is him, where was he?” “He was floating in the Hudson River, from the looks of it he had to be in the water for two days. We ran a check on your husband and we found out some disturbing things about him.” “What is it?” “It’s all here in the report.” He handed me a background report, I already knew what he found out but I had to act surprised. “We were married for 14 years and I never knew about any of this stuff, are you sure this is his background?” I asked in a confused voice. “Yes, Mrs. Ming, his fingerprints and dental records came back as Antoine Ming.” I sat there in silence for a minute; during that minute I was happy and relieved that my husband was dead.
A Year Later
My boys took their father’s death very hard, I had to get counseling for them. My mother in-law died from a heart attack. I inherited all of my husband’s money, the off shore accounts belong to me, my children inherited $8 million dollars from their grandmother and the money she left for her son was now mine, all the businesses were mine (which I sold). I thought it would be good to get the kids away from all this sadness that occur. I resigned from my job and moved to London. I bought a mansion, my children goes to the best school I find. It seems as if they’re adjusting to this new way a life pretty well.
As for me, I’m doing just fine. I opened a few businesses here; I have a few vacation homes in Brazil and Hawaii. I’m living the glamorous life thanks to Private Chic Inc.