Revenge of the Scorned Witch

I have always thought it funny how people never realize what goes on right beneath their noses. If they did, they would be very afraid of their own shadows, looking over their shoulders every day of their lives.

With my daughters planning the rest of the wedding, I finally have time to finish my work with the FBI, then I can finally live my life and forget the past. Actually, with the wedding being only two months away, I really did need the help. It was funny listening to my daughters talk about me with their brothers, especially when they end up calling me mom in front of them. The boys would get this upset look on their faces, then the girls would have to correct themselves and say something like, "Well, she is almost our mom." Then they'd quickly change the subject.

Bryan has also been trying to keep the FBI away until after the wedding as they had promised in the beginning, but they are very anxious to arrest Ellis even though Bryan wants to present a clear-cut case to the grand jury. I also agreed with Bryan. I wanted to make damn sure Ellis Carter wasn't getting out of prison on some technicality or lack of evidence. He was going to prison and was going to stay in prison. No if's, and's, or but's if I could help it. But first I was going to marry that son of a bitch again, then divorce him. Granted, I needed to make sure he signed the prenup, which won't be hard. I just got to drug him and forge his name. He writes sloppy anyway, so that will be easy to do. I laugh to myself at the thought. Maybe I could talk Kaylee and Laura into having the wedding sooner, but then again, it would be all too obvious that I was up to something, so better stick to the original date.

Laura and Kaylee catch me at my usual table in the corner at the café before their shift. I never really figured out exactly why they want to work the same shifts; maybe it's because they can keep an eye out for each other. That's a possibility, I'll have to ask one day.

"Hi, girls, what's up?" I ask as I take a sip of my caramel coffee.

"We're stumped, we can't figure out who to use to caterer your wedding and who to make your cake," Kaylee whined as she put her head in her arms.

"How about you let me deal with finding a caterer, and we three can make the wedding cake," I suggested. Kaylee raised her head up, looking straight at me with a questioning look on her face. Laura was trying to hide her laughter, to no avail. "Mom, you can be serious about us making your wedding cake?" Laura stutters, trying to catch her breath. "We don't bake." She adds, pointing back and forth between her and Kaylee.

"Awe, come on, it'll be fun! I'll be there helping, so how about it?" I say, trying to sound enthusiastic at the thought of teaching my daughters to bake a wedding cake.

"Actually, we should start small with just a normal cake. Let's make one when you get off work tonight."

Kaylee and Laura just looked at each other, then looked at me and shrugged. "Sure," Laura says.

"Yea, sure," Kaylee chimes in. As they get up to clock in for work, I get an idea and set about Googling places that can caterer as well as make the wedding cake. After hours of searching, I found such a place called Della's Catering in Ardmore. My daughters can rest well that we don't have to make the wedding cake, but I don't think I'm going to tell them yet. I go to my office to call Della's to see if they are free to cater my wedding, and after answering their questions about what kinds of food, how many people, and what kind of cake, they asked when the wedding was and about what time. I told them May 30 and about 6 pm since I've always thought that an evening wedding would be nice. So, with that taken care of, everything for the wedding is finally done. With the wedding planning done, I can help Bryan get more information to use on Ellis. Thankfully everyone is at work or school, so I have time to search through all of his financial papers. What I find is a safe with a pin code. I tried different birthdays, then I typed in the day of our last divorce. There I find everything I need to finish off Ellis in my hands. I have the deed to the wooded property, along with the deed to the manufactured home that sits on it, but the next thing I see will put the final nail in his coffin: a throw-away cell phone with text messages from a white supremacist group talking about planning a rampage in Ardmore next month.

"Oh my god, I have got to update all my plans and alert Bryan and the FBI," I whisper to myself. I take pictures of all the papers and grab the cell phone to load into my computer so I can place it back in the safe. I run over to my house and load everything that was on the phone, then rushed back over to Ellis's house and put it back in the safe just in time to hear him pulling into the driveway. Before he made it into the house, I am in the kitchen acting like I am trying to figure out if he had all the ingredients for me to make supper.

"Hey, babe, I didn't expect to find you here?" Ellis says as he comes in the house.

"I figured I would make dinner for you, so I was seeing what spices you had before I went to the store." I croon sweetly at him.

"Really? That's nice of you, is Bryan eating with us again?" He asks a little gruffly.

I bite my tongue and say, "No, dear, he is taking the girls to the movies tonight, so it's just going to be you and I for dinner tonight."

That put a smile back on his face. Food and sex, what guy would turn that down? No man I know, gay or straight. As I'm driving to the store, I start to think of how long I've gone without using any witchcraft. It seems so long ago. I don't remember going so long without doing something. Thanks to Bryan, we have done most of my revenge plan by legal means. Maybe it is possible not to rely on magic so much. We will see.