A Woman Scorned

By Jas Kaur

“Catch me if you can!” She says to herself, for this is a game.

Elizabeth Violet has no remorse, no regrets, for she finds her life took a dramatic turn that fateful night when she discovered her husband’s infidelity.

No one understood her, no one will find her.

The dagger, where did she put the dagger?

She wanders the graveyard alone at night, never forgetting that fateful night, the blood on her hands, the anger in the dead man’s eyes, the dagger she used with all her might.

CATCH HER IF YOU CAN… FOR SHE IS A WOMAN SCORNED…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Mar 1, 2024
• ISBN: 9781035826506

Jas Kaur

Living in Greenwich, London, Jas has always been a lover of crime, thrillers and mystery dramas. After writing short scripts for which she has been awarded, she decided to write a book that revolved around her favourite genres. Jas has had a passion for writing at a young age and has always wanted a book published. She could not find her niche on what she wanted to write but found her interest in the supernatural world and crime to become a theme for her first book – A Woman Scorned.

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About the Author

Living in Greenwich, London, Jas has always been a lover of crime, thrillers and mystery dramas. After writing short scripts for which she has been awarded, she decided to write a book that revolved around her favourite genres.

Jas has had a passion for writing at a young age and has always wanted a book published. She could not find her niche on what she wanted to write but found her interest in the supernatural world and crime to become a theme for her first book – A Woman Scorned.

Dedication

For the people I love the most, thank you for everything.

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Jas Kaur 2024

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Acknowledgement

Thank you to Austin Macauley for appreciating my work.

The Wandering Soul

I am walking through the many tombstones of lost and forgotten souls; is this my home? He left me.

Am I his widow now? The graveyard…how quiet it is to allow the dead a peaceful slumber; how pleasant the sound of silence is without disturbing the dreams and hopes that the dead may or may not have ever had. I once was someone who had a name, who was living her dreams, who had it all. Now, I am the woman who wanders aimlessly looking for an answer. I am not sure of the present; all I know is…I am lost.

The howling of the owls, the brightness of the moon shining on the tombstones that belong to the spirits of those that live in silence.

The silence I never had; it was constant noise and constant disturbance. Ah, the peace; the peace I long desired is near me. I can sense the silence I need.

I should have not done this, but I did; do I dare live this life? I have no one and I am satisfied. I began my life always questioning my existence, then slowly I lived life to the fullest! Now, my destiny is just a question mark.

That dagger, the blood on my hands, his eyes…his eyes were angry, frightened he lost that charm, the spark he once had. I felt like a monster. The desire I had for life was gone; the passion I once had for my dreams died.

He was a lovely man. He had the body of a Greek god ruling Olympus in all its glory. He had the most dashing personality. He had a smile that could make your heartbeat so fast, it felt as if the world were on your shoulders.

I am standing over him with that dagger. The smile wiped, that body was all withered, that personality was gone. My body was shivering. My heart was beating so fast, I felt as if I was a lion hunting for its prey. The world was beneath me and the love in my eyes for him became dark and depressing. I was playing a game with fate and fate was playing a game with me.

My story is a sad tale of love and loss. Everyone has made a story of my life. I am that ghost that people whisper about. I am that disgusting human ravaged with anger and betrayal that led to this lonely, silent life that I adore.

They spy on me; they want to know my story. I dare not answer the questions of my past. Why? Am I an experiment? Am I not a human with feelings? I am a lone wolf that does not need to answer the questions of hungry people who have the time to pry into my affairs.

I will forever wear black. The colour black which represents my dark pain and anger towards my past.

I cannot even begin to describe my pain, anguish and hurt that my once knight in shining armour had caused me.

What was that, my love? Psycho? Your last words. Me, psycho, surely not. I am a human being with love to share and a heart to forgive. You are a sinner who was led astray by women with evil intentions to snatch the beauty I once owned.

I was betrayed! Is that what everyone wants to hear? I lost it all! I was the victim! Will they sympathise? No, I was a killer. I laugh at those who want to see me cry; I want to laugh at those who are so desperate to uncover the truth.

The truth? I am a killer, I am evil; but no one is perfect. There is no one who can see the other person’s misfortune.

I was a highflyer with power. I was woman empowerment. The cheers, admiration, prizes for my hard work. How love ruined it all.

I am wandering alone on this moonlit night, wondering aimlessly seeing at all these tombstones, where will be mine?

Suicide? No, that is a sign of weakness; why should my mind be that weak? I…I was weak. The once glamourous lifestyle I made turned into dust in a mere second.

You people, do you not have anything better to do? Spies! I want to be alone!

This is my life now, there is no one for me.

I am a lost soul enjoying the silence of the underworld, enjoying my solitude. I do not need anyone. I lost all that.

Murderer! They called me. No, I was not a murderer, I was a victim of pain. Pain is something that only time will heal. My time was up.

I lost my life to those who laughed at it. I lost my glory to those who spat at it.

A wicked sinner, a distasteful lover, and a woman scorned—this was my life—no matter what you find out, no matter how much you learn, my past is my past that I cannot forget.

My lover—how I loathe you, yet I miss you.

I miss your words; I miss your love; I miss your smile. No, it is my heart that misses you, my mind loathes you!

You beast! You disgust of a human! Find me you evil people who believe I was a sinner! I did not kill the man I love out of spite. I killed the evil within him.

I do not care for your hate; I laugh at your disgrace. I am much happier in silence.

My love, did it hurt? The dagger I pierced through your heart; it went straight through your soul. You screamed, my love. You are in pain, are you not? You could sense your whole life flashing by. I watched you till your last breath.

My love, I was content in that second; I found you in the arms of another. I knew there and then, I was going to kill.

I did not kill you, my love, I killed your evil. I killed your soul as you disgraced the sanctity of our relationship.

I want to be alone! I want to rid this past of mine! I do not want to be reminded of your evil! I loathe you!

Why do these people want to delve into my past? Just leave me! I am enjoying the silence. I want to bask in this world. I want to rid my soul of evil.

The lonely graves I wander through, all had dreams or even lived life to the fullest. Most were betrayed, we do not know their tales; they cannot defend themselves. They are now just mere souls wandering aimlessly in the moonlit night as this is the only time they can bask in the silence and have no one question them; no one to spy on them.

The mourners that come here, the flowers they place, the tears they shed, the smiles they had on their faces. Why were they smiling? Why where they crying? We do not know, we do not delve, we simply mourn in our own way.

So why are people after me? Why is the world against me?

You killed my very soul; you killed my innocence, my kindness! My grave, who will mourn? Will people smile? Will people cry?

I lost it all. I became a weak soul all due to your betrayal.

Why was I the evil one? I simply killed your soul. Your soul consumed with evil as if you drank the poison of the underworld and did not care for the evil growing within you.

My soul was a separate being from me—the outer surface was a clear innocent being, the soul had the evil inside her that need to be released.

These shallow graves with a mere body inside, they understand me; they must have gone through pain in their lifetime.

I am walking through this graveyard looking at his tombstone…with a smile on my face.

I Will Find Her

She killed him.

It wasn’t her fault…

Thomas Moore recounts the last days of his brother, Lucifer’s, death where they lived lavishly on their country estate in a quaint little village. Thomas is sitting on his armchair looking intently at his brother’s photo. He looks defeated yet remains firm in his place. He is a tall and rather handsome wealthy