I was most proud of my deception; Ryan
had no idea what was being planned in his own house, under his very nose. I played nice, with a laugh and a smile,
throughout our normal weekend activities.
I drew up the grocery list—I did the laundry while he mowed the
grass. We went out to buy him new
clothes and buy me new shoes for work—I sat cuddled demurely in his arms while
we watched a little TV. The five-o-clock
hour finally rolled around and Ryan got up to leave for his evening shift at
work, and he never suspected a thing.
That’s when I put my plan into motion.
