The Widow

I didn’t really set out to be a widow, at least not at this point in life.

But when you’re put into a “kill or be killed” scenario, then the game changes.

Plus which, my philosophy has always been, “You f*** with me, you’re going to get hurt. It’s as simple as that.”

My marriage had basically turned into a PR charade. My husband was the crusading District Attorney “who took back our streets” from the gangs and drug dealers. And now he was gearing up to run for Mayor. All the heavy hitters in L.A. who could smell a winner were falling all over themselves to throw money at his campaign. But he never had time for me.

I was the Chief Deputy D.A. who ran the office, formulated the legal strategy that helped him win those cases, and made him the hero. (You know the drill: wife does the work, hubby gets the credit.)

I had been known earlier as a pretty hot-looking babe, but now that I was in a position of visibility and responsibility – with a husband who had to be the star – I photoshopped my image back to a nice neutral shade of gray so he could have the spotlight all to himself.

I knew when I married Eduardo that he was never going to keep his fly closed. And the longer we were married, the more blatant the cheating became. I had reached a point where I was willing to overlook that because I was building my own career and reputation. And I figured if he was going to go places, I would be part of the package.

But then the son of a bitch betrayed me – on two fronts.

First, he embarked on an affair that there was no way he could keep secret, and that would adversely affect his political career when the news got out. Even worse, he told the bimbo he was involved with that he was going to dump me and make her his No.1.

Second, he was willing to drop a very high profile case I had been putting together for years – we had the Governor nailed on felony sexual assault charges – in return for a deal that would accelerate his own political career.

And when I put my foot down and told him he was dreaming if he thought I would go along with his betrayal and his self-destructive behavior, he conspired with the L.A.P.D. to have me killed.

So I had to take matters into my own hands. And you know what? It actually turned out to be kind of fun.

I was able to use my undercover L.A.P.D. training to stay ahead of the game. I let down my hair, glammed it up, and reverted to the devil-may-care babe I should have been playing all along. Behind the scenes, I could also bring my dominatrix persona into play.

I figured, if you’re going to lure someone into your web, why not have fun toying with them before you bump them off?

Enjoy the show.