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The Gold Digger Part 1: Ethel's Story
Published Mar 15, 2011


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Hello there! My name is Ethel Kensington. This is my story of love, hope and betrayal, but not necessarily in that order.

Hello there! My name is Ethel Kensington. This is my story of love, hope and betrayal, but not necessarily in that order. This is a happy family picture of my husband, Albert, and I. We've been happily married for 50 years. You can also see from this picture that we are very well off. We both share this lavish mansion, decorated with Regency and Modern furniture throughout. I'm sure that some of you have heard of my husband. Albert is the founder and CEO of Kensington Industries and Manufacture. KIM make numerous computer programs, models, and software. I, of course, have no idea what any of that means, but I don't care! I'm the one rolling around in cash! However, Albert soon became ill, and was no longer able to go to work. I was tasked with looking after him. It was a tough job, but someone has to do it! Luckily, we were able to convert the unused top floor into a home office for Albert. So instead of having to drive miles to work everyday, he can instead just walk upstairs! This plan may seem foolproof, but there is one problem... ....His secretary. Sure, she may look sweet and innocent, but just remember - they all do. I know, I know, I'm paranoid. But I have seen way too many movies to not be suspicious... I strolled up to her, and she stood up from her chair as I did so.

"Hello there, you must be Mrs Kensington!" she said to me, beaming.
"Um yes," I shook her hand. "And you are?"
"I'm Felicity Éclair. I'm Albert's secretary.
"Oh, I see. Can I speak to him?"
"Uh, I'm afraid that he's seeing someone else right now."
"I knew it!"
"Sorry, what?"
"Nothing. Now you stay away from my husband!"

I then stormed out of the room. As I always say, there's no point in making a big entrance if you're not going to make a big exit!
That night, Albert and I sat in the living room. He rested on the Chaise whilst I lit the fire. I then sat down and snuggled up next to him. It was time for a chat. "So, Albert, how are you feeling?" I asked.
"I'm okay. Not that good." he replied.
"How's work?"
"Um, yes. It's going well."
"You're not lonely, are you?"
"Well, no, not really."
"If you want, I can accompany you. Heck, I can be your secretary!"
"There'll be no need for that!" Albert snapped.
"Suit yourself. By the way, your secretary asked me to tell you that you need a shower. Just saying!"
I eagerly spied on him as he phoned Felicity Croissant, or whatever her name was.

"How could you?! I thought we had something together!" Albert screamed down the phone so hard that I'm sure one of his vocal cords has frayed.

He hung up, and walked back. I darted back to the living room, trying to look as normal as possible.
As he walked in, I could tell that he was hiding something.

"Who was that on the phone?" I eagerly asked.
"Oh, er, just my mother," he anxiously replied.
"Really? I thought she died 30 years ago?"
"Oh, well, um, it turns out she lied about that."

Albert then left the room hurriedly. I could tell something was going on.
Don't be disgusted, but I thought I would try and woo Albert back with some sleepwear that I picked up at the Consignment Store. But there was a big surprise for me when I got in... Albert was relaxing on the bed with that evil woman! And I don't want to admit it, but her corset was much nicer than mine! They both hurriedly jumped off the bed as soon as they noticed me. I stormed over to Croissant Woman (she doesn't deserve to be called by her proper name!), and I screamed at her.

"How dare you take my husband away from me like that! You're not his wife! You're just some witch who wants his money!" I screamed.
"I, er, don't want his money! He's beautiful just how he is!" she defensively replied.

She then turned to Albert and gave him a very uncomfortable wink.
That wink was the last straw. I threw myself on her. We disappeared into smoke, cursing at each other.

"I'll get you, Croissant Woman!" I screeched.
"Not unless I get you first!" came the reply.

After a surprisingly long time of puling each other's hair and slapping each other around the face, the fight was over...
...And I didn't win. Instead I was thrown into the air as if I was being thrown off a Bucking Bronco. Unfortunately, the floor was made of wood. Hard wood. I rubbed the parts of me that ached and bruised (all of them, in this case), and glanced at Albert once more. This whole thing was survival of the fittest. And Albert definitely knew who was the fittest. So, it became clear to me that my presence was no longer appreciated any longer. It was time for me to leave. I found myself at the local watering whole, The Bell Tavern. I had consumed every type of drink on the menu, and was demanding even more.

"Just one more High Hopes!" I wailed.
"Lady, you've had too much juice!" the mixologist screamed back.
"Do you know who I am?"
"The estranged wife of Albert Kensington?"

Boy, rumours spread quickly in this town!

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Hottiesheldon VIPSep 28, 2011

really good part.
I did the mistake of reading number 2 first lol made me wanna read number 1 haha.
very good part.

TanyellaSep 27, 2011

Awwwwwwww you've made me hate Felicity(Croissan  Woman) already poor Ethel though it was a really great story

Audrey May VIPSep 18, 2011

We want more, Jack!!! \:rah\: 

writedirectJul 23, 2011

fun to read!!

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