A woman scorned, yes that's me to put it lightly. Fuck Neal, fuck this job and fuck the stuck up brunette who's lounging on her yacht while I remodel her bathroom. A bathroom in which four men have come and gone because they couldn't handle The Evil Queen.

I kick myself everyday for falling under his spell. My ex husband, Neal, was a smooth talking piece of shit. I was abandoned as a baby and bounced around between foster homes with barely a high school diploma. I was undoubtedly a lost girl craving attention and instantly latched onto the first dumbass who flashed me a smile. Neal worked odd jobs remodeling homes and taught me everything he knew. He had goals and big dreams where we would own our own business someday but that was all cut short when I kept popping out his children. That deadbeat took off four years ago, leaving me in a rundown shack with three kids. Thus concluding my reasoning for swearing off men.

"Pssst!" I'm squatting down, balancing on my toes while peeking outside the bathroom door. The older man glances my way but snaps his head back into his statuesque pose. "Come on dude, just a bottle of water," I whisper trying to coax the butler to bring me something to quench my thirst on this scorching hot day.

"Sydney!" The spoiled brat of a woman calls out from her lounge chair. Her eyes are closed even though she just beckoned the poor man.

"Yes Miss Mills?"

"Dry Martini, two olives and stirred not shaken. The last time you attempted to pass off that ghastly drink and I will not stand for it!"

"Yes Miss Mills." The man bows his head and disappears from her presence while shuffling backward.

I study the brunette as she spins around in her chair to lay upon her stomach. She's gorgeous, I'll give her that, but her attitude turns her into the grim reaper. Her mostly naked body is on full display to soak up as much sun as her olive tone flesh can absorb. Her dainty fingers stretch behind her back and blindly search for the black string holding her top up. She tugs one long piece and then proceeds to the string behind her neck. The straps fall effortlessly next to her body, clearing her flesh from any tan lines. Her manicured nails skim the bottom of her thighs before they reach the hem of her bathing suit. Her fingers dip beneath the fabric and pull the material up so her plump ass is out for the world to see. I notice...something...

I squint for a moment debating if that is a birth mark or...nope, that's definitely a tattoo!

I shake my head and turn my attention back to her bathroom. I'm almost done, just a few finishing touches and her dream bathroom will be complete.

"Here you are," the robot butler hands me a bottle of water before he proceeds to his master with her martini. Stirred, god forbid it's shaken! Does it even matter? I didn't even know there was a difference.

I unscrew the top of my water and welcome the ice cold liquid that travels down my throat and tingles somewhere in my chest. My eyes drift over to the spiteful woman who appears to be sleeping behind her dark framed sunglasses. That's when the glasses slip ever so slightly down the bridge of her nose exposing her curious eyes that are locking onto mine. She quickly fumbles to place those glasses back in place but I already caught her staring me down.

Miss Mills slowly lifts herself from the lounge chair causing every muscle down her back and firm ass to clench deliciously. She reties her bathing suit top but leaves her thick bottom hanging out. The woman sashays toward me in a seductive manner causing me to lose focus. I quickly avert my eyes and focus on chugging my water down.

"Miss Swan, do I pay you to take breaks?"

"I was just-"

"Were you granted permission to have one of my water bottles?" The devil woman's hand lunges forward and rips my water bottle from my clutches. The cold liquid spews out the top soaking my wet tank top in the process.

"Really?" I exasperate while staring at the giant wet spot that's turning my white tank into a see through wet T shirt contest. "What is your problem? It's a fucking bottle of water!"

I step back inside the bathroom and find a rag to soak up some of the water but I know it's pointless.

"This is my yacht! You must ask my permission if there is something that you seek," she coldly informs me as she tosses my water bottle into the trash.

"Your yacht?"

"Yes Miss Swan, my yacht, surely you are not deaf."

"So tell me, Miss Mills, how did you pay for this boat?"

"That is neither here nor there-"

"Did your daddy pay for it? Or your douche bag of a husband who is dancing around with a bunch of trashy whores on the top deck."

"Excuse me!"

I take one step forward asserting my power over this heartless bitch. I want her to know that I'm not intimidated by her fancy words or empty threats. I smirk in triumph as she mentally fights with herself not to back down.

"I bet you have never worked a damn day in your life!"

"Just because you can tear down a few walls does not mean you are better than me!"

"No, but I can assure you I'm not a cold, ignorant, heartless, hoity toity, rich bitch!" I take one more step forward so our noses are almost touching. She flinches the slightest bit but holds her own. "And that alone, makes me better than you!"

"You are out of your mind!"

"No you are if you think you can try to intimidate me into quitting just like all the other workers before me. I don't scare easily and I came here to do a job that I intend on finishing."

Miss Mills pushes past me, roughly bumping her shoulder into mine. She sways into the bathroom that I was working on and glances around the room with her bitchy mask guarding her face from any true emotions. Her red pressed on nails poke out before she drags her fingertips across the sink.

"Is this granite or quartz?" Her tone is snippy and she doesn't bother looking over at me.

"Granite." I sigh heavily and tuck my thumbs into my back pockets of my jeans.

"Why on Earth would you put granite in here?" She scoffs as her lifeless eyes scan the room to find more things she can nit-pick.

"Beside the fact that granite is more durable for a bathroom...it's what you chose." I roll my eyes at the woman and lean against the doorframe.

"I did no such thing." She stomps out of the bathroom making a point to bump into my shoulder yet again.

I laugh without any humor as I whip around to follow the insufferable woman. "You did! Grab your butler, ask him. I showed you samples and that is the one you picked."

"I would have never done such a thing if you had properly explained what each sample was made up of." She purposely sticks her nose toward the sky and exits the inside of the yacht.

The heat is almost too much for my body that's already sweaty and sticky from working. I squint as I chase the woman toward the sun.

"I did explain! Maybe if your head could retain more information besides manicures and sunbathing, you would've understood."

"Don't think your insensitive remarks affect me." Raven locks whip around as she turns to face me. "You are nothing more than the help, in a lower class bracket than those 'trashy whores' you seemed to notice up top."

"You don't know me!"

"I know enough, now get back to work and fix your mistake!"

I gape at the woman as if she just grew another head. "That is not my mistake! I will gladly fix your mistake but that will include another few days of pay plus the money for the quartz that you insist on and you still have to pay for the granite that you want to throw away."

"You pay for it! I never wanted granite, so you can pay for that mistake."

"I will not pay out of my pocket for a piece of granite that you suddenly changed your mind about!"

"Then you will be fired for your incompetence."

My jaw falls open in shock as I stare at this sorry excuse for a human being. "You know what, you win! I quit! Just pay me for this week and I'll be out of here!"

"You foolish woman, do you honestly expect me to pay you for work that I don't deem acceptable?" She laughs at my expense as she quickly turns on her bare feet to walk away, thinking she has won. I grip her wrist and yank roughly until she comes face to face with me.

"You don't want to mess with me you ungrateful bitch! You will pay me for my hard work!" I threaten as fury bubbles to the surface.

"Or what?" She snaps with fire burning in her eyes.

"You have no idea what I am capable of," I challenge with conviction.

The corner of her mouth curls just a fraction and for a brief moment, I think she is actually enjoying this confrontation. The woman rips her wrist away from my grasp and before I can blink, her hands are firmly pressing into my shoulders. I watch through wide eyes as she smiles wickedly at me from above.

A thousand sharp needles feel like they are jabbing into my back just before the cold water consumes me, swallowing me whole. Did that bitch honestly just push me over the railing?

I push through the water furiously as rage pulsates through my veins. My head bobs out of the water while I spit out the nasty salt water. I rub my hands down my face to wipe away the ocean water. I peer up at the obnoxiously enormous yacht to find the woman leaning on the railing waving at me with a satisfied look upon her face.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I scream up at the woman before I begin swimming toward the boat.

"Does it look like I'm kidding?" She disappears for a minute but then she's back, holding my tools over her boat.

"Don't you dare!" I pick up my speed, swimming as fast as my body can manage.

"Goodbye Miss Swan," She sasses, tossing all my work tools over the edge and into the ocean below.

One Week Later

"...still no one has come forward on Jane Doe, who was lost at sea, four days ago. The coast guard picked her up but she has no recollection of what happened or her past. If anyone has any information please come forward." The television explains once again provoking me to scoff and roll my eyes. I flick my attention toward the tv just in time to see the disheveled Miss Mills appear.

"I can't believe nobody has claimed that woman yet," my friend Ruby laughs as she plops down on the couch next to me.

"Because she's literally the worst human to grace this planet!" I yank on the colorful hair tie as I swoop long golden locks through.

"Ouch mommy!" My five year old reaches behind her head and feels around her ponytail. "Another ponytail mommy? I want something different!"

"That's all I got kiddo!" I laugh and kiss her temple before swatting the side of her thigh signaling her to stand up from my lap. "Go on upstairs with your brothers baby girl." My daughter jumps from my lap and grabs a fistful of popcorn before she bounces up the stairs. "Greg is so pissed I didn't get the money from her. He thinks I owe him, especially for the tools."

"Didn't this broad have a husband?" My friend asks once my daughter has left the room.

"Yeah, but I'm sure when he saw the news he felt the weight of the world lifting off of his shoulders. He probably was like, good riddance! I mean Rubes come on, the guy was practically cheating on her in front of her face! He might actually be worse than Neal." Ruby and I both share a small laugh while we watch the local news.

"You really are done with men, huh? You gonna come join me on this side of the fence?" The brunette laughs while wiggling her perfectly sculpted eyebrows suggestively.

"No I'm just done with everyone! I need to focus on getting my life together because we are drowning over here. I am living paycheck to paycheck while trying to raise three children. I don't have time for this house or my kids anymore." I groan with the heavy weight of my situation crushing on top of my chest, slowly suffocating me.

"I know, I'm trying to help out as much as possible when I'm free..."

"I know Rubes, but it's not your responsibility."

"You should get Miss Queen to watch your kids as payment for your labor." We both burst out into a fit of giggles as the television shows a clip of the ungrateful brat explaining her situation. The thought of that stuck up snob trying to handle my children makes me keel over from my laughter.

"...I know in my gut I have a husband..."

"Yeah but he ain't coming to get you honey!" I laugh while stuffing my face with some popcorn.

"He's not...but what if you are?" Ruby's voice grows louder with excitement as she turns to me and knocks the popcorn right out of my hand.

"What?" I snap completely baffled by her words.

"What if you claim her?"

"What? No, Ruby come on. She's not even gay!"

"She doesn't have to be. It's not like you're going to do anything with her. The most you might have to do is a peck to her cheek."

"Ruby you're seriously loosing your mind. I take back all I ever complained about needing a babysitter, there's no need to watch my kids anymore."

My friend smacks my arm chuckling from the blatant lie and continues her rant. "Listen, you go down to that hospital and claim that she's your wife. She has amnesia, she will have no idea. You bring her home, have her clean up your pig stye, watch your kids and cook your meals, until you think she has paid back her due."

"Then what do I do with the woman? I cannot pretend to be married to Regina George for the rest of my life!"

Ruby smacked my thigh and cackled uncontrollably all over again. "Oh my god, please can we name her Regina?"

"No, Regina means queen and she would probably like that too much. She needs a name that would be too rugged for her prissy ass."

"So we are doing this?" My friend leans into my personal space with a shit eating grin.

"No! What would I even tell my kids?"

"The truth. They are smart, they'll totally play along."

"What if someone else recognizes her and comes looking for her?" I question.

"She's probably from New York or something. We are from some small hick town in Florida. I guarantee they are only showing her on our local news for right now."

I shake my head at my friend's ridiculous scheme and sit back further into my couch. This would make my life easier. I can't deny that I'm struggling in life right now and any kind of help would benefit me. I would save so much money on daycare alone but this is so wrong. Then again this woman has been skating by in life while treating other people like they are the scum of the earth. If karma was too busy to pay her back then I would happily step in and help out.

"Let's do it Rubes!"

"Seriously?" The slender woman jumps into my lap with a loud squeal.

"Yes," I laughed while peering up at my friend. "I need your help though. This is when your art expertise comes into play. I need pictures and a fake wedding certificate. Whatever you can manage."

"How are we going to get a photo of her?"

"Next time the news comes on, we will wait and start snapping away."

"Oh this is too funny," Ruby laughed as her body rolled off of my lap.