The plan not so perfect

Glamour's POV

I had dried my eyes and got up from the floor of the kitchen, I went back to the sitting room and sat on the sofas awaiting the return of the soon-to-be-dead husband.

I continued to mull over my perfect plan. the more I think about it, the more it seems to be not so perfect.

I had intended to agree to sleep in the same bed with him, and then kill him in the middle of the night.

But what if I fail, my head offers then I'd be dead and my family and friends would also be dead.

The lives of my family and friends are worth more than any freedom I could ever ask for, and that's why I decided to wait until my plan becomes flawless, before I execute it.

I would just have to wait patiently until we are back in California to make a plan that I'm sure would not involve failure.

At least I know he's not trying to kill me so I might be able to survive a few weeks of agony, just until we get back.

I was still thinking of possible ways to save myself and my family from this hell hole.