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“Where is he?”
Rebecca laughed as her husband stormed into the boathouse waving his pistol around like a madman. “Oh calm your tits, Max. No one’s here. Put the gun away.”
Maxim scoffed, but ultimately lowered his weapon. Damn it. He had really hoped to scare his wife and Favell tonight. Maybe then it would’ve gotten Rebecca to take the blame in a divorce court. “Fine, but I’m still divorcing you,” he said with quiet anger.
Rebecca laughed again. “Like hell you are. We both know you won’t take the blame because blah blah family honor. I certainly won’t do it either, so it looks like you’re stuck,” she smirked.
Just then, they heard footsteps nearby. Maxim turned around, holding the gun up to defend himself. “What the fuck?” he shrieked.
Jack Favell stood in the doorway, holding his hands up. Maxim was in such shock by his sudden arrival that he stood there frozen with the gun pointed at his wife’s cousin-slash-lover.
Was this England or sweet home Alabama? Who knows.
“Put the gun down, it’s just Jack,” Rebecca tried to grab the gun from Maxim but his grip was too strong.
Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, Maxim came out of his stupor a second later. Neither of them let go of the gun though, instead it was waved around like a flag.
“Let go, you idiot!” Rebecca cried out.
“You let go!” Maxim replied.
All this time, Favell stood there looking totally confused. He had to admit this whole scene was pretty entertaining though. Maxim was such a dumbass. Unfortunately, it wasn’t so entertaining when Rebecca’s finger accidentally slipped onto the trigger and a bullet went straight into Favell’s head. He fell to the floor and died almost instantaneously. There was blood all over the floor.
“What the fuck?” Maxim shrieked again. “I think we killed him!”
Rebecca threw the gun across the floor. “Me? You were the one waving the gun around like a bloody lunatic. This is your fault!”
“My fault? You pulled the trigger!” Maxim started pacing around. They had to do something. How were they going to explain Favell’s death? They could get executed for this.
“Shut up and help me with the body, will you?” Rebecca snapped. She tried to drag Favell’s corpse out of the boathouse by the arms but wasn’t having much luck. Maxim went over and grabbed Favell’s legs.
They got him out of the boathouse, but there was one very crucial detail they forgot about. “We have to make this look like an accident,” Maxim said. “Any ideas?”
Rebecca gasped, nearly dropping Favell. “I know. He always parks his car at the top of that hill over there,” she nodded in the direction of said hill. “We can leave him at the bottom and say he slipped and fell because he was too drunk to walk properly,” she suggested.
“Sounds good to me,” Maxim said. It wasn’t like he had a better idea. Throwing him into the sea would’ve been too obvious.
They placed his body into position. “Ok,” Maxim sighed, “I’ll go up to the house and call the police, and when they get here you have to pretend to be traumatized and weep over your dear cousin’s corpse.”
Rebecca nodded, “I can do that.” She decided to practice by throwing herself over Favell’s body and fake sobbing. “Oh no, I can’t believe he’s dead! I told him not to drink so much tonight!” She then looked up at Maxim and asked “is that convincing enough?”
“Very convincing,” Maxim couldn't help but smile. For once, he could appreciate his wife’s acting skills. She was a fake bitch, but it was definitely working out in their favor. He actually kind of liked it. Maybe he shouldn’t divorce her after all. “Let’s do this.”
The police were there within ten minutes, and Maxim led them down to the scene of the totally-not-crime. “We found him over there,” he made a dramatic gesture to the still fake sobbing Rebecca.
“Jack, how could you do this? You’re such an idiot. I miss you so much,” Rebecca wailed.
One of the police officers had to literally tear her away from the body. “We’re so sorry for your loss, Mrs. de Winter,” they said. “We’ll take his body off your hands now.”
As soon as the police were gone, Rebecca immediately stopped crying in favor of chuckling out of pure relief. “We did it.”
“If it weren’t for you, we would’ve been totally screwed,” Maxim took his wife in his arms and spun her around. Wow, he hadn’t done that since their honeymoon 20 years ago.
Rebecca gave him a kiss on the cheek and smirked. “I know. You’re lucky I was there or you surely would’ve gotten caught,” she patted him on the head.
Maxim stared at her in awe. She hadn’t shown such concern for him in ages. And she looked so hot when she asserted her dominance. Yep, this was definitely why he married her. “Fuck, I love you,” he leaned in and kissed her with so much passion that all his hatred for her melted away.
Rebecca pulled away and tossed her long black hair over her shoulder. “Yes, yes, I love you too. Now let’s go clean the blood off the boathouse floor before anybody notices it.”
It was nearly 1 am by the time the boathouse was spotless once more, so they decided to crash and stay the night there. Maxim felt a little odd not only sharing a bed with Rebecca for the first time in 15 years, but sharing this bed with her. The boathouse was for all those unsavory people she chose to spend her time with. However, he had to admit he enjoyed being so close to his wife again.
“Do you want me to show you what really goes down in here?” Rebecca asked after a while of silence.
Maxim hesitated before answering. When was the last time they’d actually had sex? Oh fuck it, she’d saved them tonight, and it didn’t hurt that he was already turned on as is. “By all means, go ahead,” he said.
So they had sex and lived out the rest of their days as if they were young and stupid again. Not that they weren’t stupid now that they had reached their forties.
Nothing like a good old fashioned murder to mend your broken marriage.