It happened on a Tuesday in the middle of December. Jane passed away in her sleep unexpectedly. Her husband was devastated. They had been together for 35 years, since they were 15. They had had a mostly happy marriage, like every couple they had their ups and downs. That was until 6 months ago,his life had changed irrevocably. Jane had sat him down one day had admitted she had been having an affair. She didn’t try to sugarcoat it, he remembered, she had just come out and said it. He knew that they would not recover from this, but he had always been reluctant to call it a day. Now she was gone, he didn’t know what to feel. Jeff had met Jane 6 months ago at a party. He had not been looking for anyone. His last relationship had ended more than a year ago and he was in no hurry to involve himself with anyone new. But Jane had been different. He was hit so suddenly and unexpectedly by her, that he had questioned his sanity. He had known she was married, she had been honest about that from the start. He hadn’t ever asked about her husband, he hadn’t wanted to know what their situation was. A mutual friend has broken the news of her death to him. He had been numb, uncertain of what he felt. In some ways he felt that he didn’t know anything about her, hadn’t wanted to during their affair, but now suddenly he had nothing left of her. He couldn’t even be involved in saying goodbye, it was like it had never happened. Tom was 25, young and enthusiastic about life. He had secretly admired Jane from afar for the last year or so. He worked at the cafe where she came everyday to collect her caramel latte. He hadn’t expected his feelings to be so intense, after all, lots of young woman walked into the cafe every day and he either took notice of them or he didn’t. With Jane it was different. She was always polite and chatty, she seemed happy with her life and it was a pleasure to serve her. They had chatted sometimes. He had heard that she was married, and he didn’t really want to get into all of that. But somehow, she still appealed to him. His manager had popped in to do the books that Friday and had just mentioned in passing , that Jane , one of their good customers, had died suddenly the day before. He had heard it from a supplier that also knew her. He didn’t know quite how he felt. The thought of not seeing her again was hard. No matter his feelings, he liked it when she came in, he enjoyed their chats. More than that he felt it was so unfair. After all she wasn’t or didn’t seem that old. The cafe wouldn’t be the same again, there would be a vacuum. But life would go on.

Greg’s POV

Jane is gone. She doesn’t know how loved she was. Her husband grieves the most, but only for publicity. He’s the mayor, and he knew she was cheating. But exposing her hurts his career. So he puts on a show for everyone including their children, but he knows deep down he doesn’t truly miss her. He had started to loath her in the past few years. It’s true, Jane was loved, just not by her husband.

Alisa’s POV

Alisa sits in her study, drinking her coffee and tries to focus on work. But she can’t. Jane is gone. Her one true love, her soulmate. She tries not to think of her death but her mind can’t help but wander. She must have been scared. The news painted a different story, but Jane’s husband saw to that. He painted her as an alcoholic who was in a fatal car crash. But Alisa knew the truth. Jane was murdered, brutally. Tortured for days before the killer finally ended her. Alisa loved Jane and will stop at nothing to expose her killer; her husband.

Eric’s POV

Why am I so distraught over her? Jane meant nothing to me. She barely even knew I existed, and what little part of me did exist was only because I was her assistant. I loved her, and desired her to be mine. I knew she was having an affair with Alisa, her husbands secretary and I think he knew too. But she was meant to be mine, she was always meant to be mine. I still have the necklace I took off her before I dumped her body. It’s a beautiful pearl necklace, and I bet it cost a fortune. If I couldn’t have Jane, then no one could have Jane.