I stared at Olivia ranting about her lousy co-workers and their daily antics. She was so expressive with her words it was like I was watching a movie. I stifled a laugh as she imitated her boss and how he flirted with her and every other girl in her office.

We have been dating for the past two years and things have never been so perfect. She was one of the funniest women I've ever met with an addictive laugh that made her so attractive.

We were having dinner at this new fine dining restaurant that had opened up nearby my workplace. I decided it was time to treat her to something nice for a change instead of the usual Chinese take out in my living room with the TV on.

Today she had her long blond hair up in a ponytail, barely any make up on which was how I liked it and she was wearing a low cut dress that showed off her ample cleavage. I remember buying that dress for her a long time ago but she never wore it. She told me she'd wear it once she lost some weight. She always complained about how fat she was but to me she was just nice, not too fat not too thin.

Sometimes when she talked, my mind would drift off to thoughts of undressing her and caressing those gorgeous breasts of hers as I made love to her. Come to think of it, its been awhile since we actually made love.

"You're not listening are you," she sighed as she interrupted me from my thoughts. "You always drift off when I'm talking."

"No, I don't," I defended myself. "It's just that you look so tempting today, I love this dress on you." I reached out for her hand and held it. "I love it when you talk and imitate people. I love you, period."

She smiled and then without warning, her face contorted into a mixture of guilt, anguish and sadness and she pushed my hand away.

"I don't know why I don't feel the same way any more Jerry. I tried, I swear I've been trying so hard. I even wore the dress you bought me tonight. I thought we could rekindle the fire in our relationship but we couldn't. It's just so overwhelming, the love you say you feel for me. I don't think I can ever feel the same way, " she started tearing up as she finished.

I felt my eyes well up and my mouth opened to speak but nothing came out. Where did that come from? Everything was fine until now, or so I thought it was. All those nights talking and cuddling on the couch, those heated love making sessions, the countless movie nights etc etc, had they all been a lie? Had she been faking everything these past few months?

"Why?" was all I could manage.

"I don't know," she put her head in her hands and I felt a sudden urge stab it with the table knife beside my plate. "I guess we just don't suit each other as well as we thought we did. I mean we're so different you and I. I work in an advertising firm and I can't stop talking, you work in an IT department and you hardly talk at all."

Whatever she just said didn't make sense at all, it just sounded like a lousy excuse. She'd never had any communication issues with me before, why now?

"You're seeing someone else aren't you?" I stared daggers at her. 

"Oh, get a grip will you?" she groaned, facing me again. "I knew you'd jump to that conclusion. I just don't love you any more Jerry, I can't help it. It's got nothing to do with seeing other people, it's between you and me."

"So you're not denying it then?" I accused. I knew it had to be another guy, that would explain why we hadn't slept together in so long plus her constantly rejecting my advances. I was beginning to feel extremely angry. I had poured my heart and soul into this relationship and this whore had been screwing somebody else this whole while. Her silence confirmed it and tears started streaming down her face. I didn't realise I found her so unattractive when she cried.

'I'm sorry," she cried wiping her tears.

"You're a cheap slut, you know that," I said coldly, I didn't know where those words came from. "Everything I've done for you and after all we've been through these past two years, you just threw it all away for a good fuck! You don't deserve my love." With that I stood up and began to walk away, I noticed people at nearby tables had been staring at us. She grabbed my hand and begged me to sit down.

"Please lets end this decently like two grown ups, you're making a scene," she choked between tears.

I do not know what came over me, instead of listening to her I took out a hundred dollars form my wallet and threw it at her. "Thanks for the past few months." With that, I walked off leaving her as she gaped at me in shock.

Words couldn't describe how much I hated her at that very moment. I drove away from the restaurant not bothering about how she would get back home. She could call her boy toy to pick her up for all I cared.

These past two years have been such a waste. I thought back to all my other failed relationships, seven in total now. Why did I have such shitty luck when it came to girls. Every time I actually started to care about some one they would turn around and rip my heart out. Fresh tears started streaming down my face and my chest felt heavy with regret. I needed a drink badly.

I stopped at a nearby mini mart and picked up two vodka bottles. As soon as I reached home, I opened a bottle and drank the liquid straight from it, neat. I felt a burning sensation in my throat as I gulped down the cool liquid. 

It was when my senses begin to blur that I realised I had drunk almost a quarter of the bottle in one gulp. God I needed that.

As I lay in bed, memories of Olivia and I started playing over and over in my head. These images were quickly replaced with her kissing another man with a shadow as a face and then they were undressing each other and then they were on top on each other. It was too much to bear, my hands balled into fists that squeezed my eyes to make the images stop but they didn't.

I needed to know who was this guy who had ruined my seemingly perfect relationship. I turned on my laptop which was lying on the table beside my bed and once it was on I hacked into Olivia's facebook profile and email account. I had a knack for hacking since I was a teenager and it was so much easier to hack her profile because she had used my laptop before to log in.

Once in, I read through her emails and facebook messages and immediately saw a man's name at the top of the list. His name was Andrew and their messages backdated to six months ago. I exhaled deeply, trying to control my breathing. Their messages made my blood boil. They were filled with lovey dovey sentences and how she couldn't wait to see him on the days that they met. They had plans to meet at her house tomorrow night.

I clicked on his profile and felt my heart sink as I saw his face. He looked like a douche bag version of Brad Pitt. He had the chiselled features any girl would just fawn over and rock hard abs to match that gorgeous face. Why did life have to be so unfair?

I closed my laptop and collapsed on my bed again. There's no way I'm going to let Olivia get away with everything she's done to me. She doesn't deserve a happily ever after.

The next day was a Sunday so I had the whole day to mope around the house depressed. Come nightfall I took my video camera and drove up to Olivia's house. I parked further away this time because I didn't want her to know I was there. I knew where her room was and that there was a tree right next to her rooftop that I could climb up to get there. She used to challenge me to climb it but I never did being the coward that I was.

There was a Harley Davidson parked outside in her driveway which I guessed to be Andrews. Silently I tiptoed to the side of her house and peered in. I saw the two of them sitting on her couch eating something. They were staring at each other like two love sick puppies. I felt like barging in and stabbing them both until they bled out.

She stood up and took his hand in hers. She was beaming from ear to ear. I couldn't remember the last time she smiled at me that way, she probably never did. With hands entwined they started walking upstairs to her bedroom.

It took me a few minutes but I managed to climb the large tree with my camera hanging around my shoulder. The vodka I had taken before this calmed my nerves and gave me the courage I needed to do such a crazy thing.

I crawled on the roof trying my best not to make any sound as I reached her window. Just at that very moment she opened her windows making me freeze in place, if she had looked to the side she would have spotted me, but she didn't. I thanked my lucky stars as I crouched next to her window and looked in.

I wanted to vomit as I saw them undressing and touching each other. It made me sick to my stomach that we were just having dinner yesterday and here she was already sleeping with someone else.

Carefully I placed my video camera at the edge of the window and started recording. I zoomed in so that they're entwined naked bodies could be seen more clearly and to make it look like it was taken inside the room instead of outside. Seeing her like that with someone else just made me feel so disgusted, she deserved what was coming to her.

Once their love making session was over-which seemed like forever- they started canoodling and finally fell asleep. I don't know how I did it but I managed to keep silent the whole time. I took this opportunity to tip toe towards the tree, climb down and drive home.

I watched the video a couple of times and smiled as I admired the quality. It looked like it had been taken inside her room nearby her bed. People would think either one of them took the video. Without wasting a second I uploaded it under her facebook profile and sent it to all her email contacts including her boss. I bet he would love that. After that, I checked and double checked if anything could be traced back to me and finally deleted the only proof of my involvement. The video itself that was in my camera.

You wouldn't believe how happy I was to find out she was sacked a few weeks later and that her accounts had all been deactivated.

** please comment n feel free to point out any mistakes. These are the events that took place before part 1.