Hello Everyone! I'm back with a new story! This one has been on my mind for weeks while I was finishing Where Do I Go From Here, so I'm so excited to see it come to fruition!

Couple of things: REVISED: This story originally started out as a song fic, based on Carrie Underwood's Two Black Cadillacs, however a fantastic reader pointed out that I misinterpreted the song! Oops! So I've removed the lyrics and reformatted a few things, and even added a flashback scene so check it out!

This story is definitely more of a M rating so please take that into account before reading! I cover some life scenarios that can get intense. Please see the description of M rating here: Not suitable for children or teens below the age of 16 with non-explicit suggestive adult themes, references to some violence, or coarse language.

As always, these lovely Sailor Moon characters do not belong to me... :(

Enjoy! ^.^

Andrew Jones was never an emotional man, but he was a savvy business man and was beloved by all who met him. That's what everyone believed. His wife knew better.

In a small Georgia town, outside of Savannah, Andrew Jones stood in a cemetery surrounded by his friends, and his only remaining family member, his brother Tony. They were there to bury his wife.

His eyes flitted to another procession a couple of plots over. No one in this town knew it at the time, but he would have rather been at that funeral instead. That funeral was for his mistress.

The preacher started the ceremony for his wife, bringing his attention back. "We are gathered here today to pay our respects to a beloved wife, Serena Jones." Everyone knew he was a loving husband, no one doubted that for a moment. If they knew the truth, they would have.

His eyes kept drifting to the other plot, where only a few people paid their respects. If it was one thing his wife and his mistress had in common was that they both had no living family left.

Andrew's brother, Tony got up next, giving the eulogy for his brother who was too overwhelmed by the death of his wife to even say a few words. Andrew rolled his eyes and tuned him out, his attention back on his mistress's casket across the way as a single tear rolled down his face.

Once the eulogies were finished, it was time for those who wished to place a rose on Serena's casket and he was obliged to go first. In his hand was a white rose his brother had given him. He walked up to the casket and carelessly dropped it on the top, then stepped back to allow the others in attendance to do the same.

Two months ago...

Serena Jones was the model wife. Born from money, she was raised as a debutant, groomed to be a proper wife and a socialite. She married Andrew right out of high school, because women of her status didn't bother with education further than that.

They had been married for two years, even though Serena knew he'd never truly been hers. Andrew would constantly be working late and working on the weekends. To say theirs was a loveless marriage was an understatement. Ironically, she truly loved him in the beginning, but to him theirs was a marriage of convenience forced on them by her family. Divorce wasn't even an option in a small town like theirs. If she asked for one, he would be held blameless and she would immediately be shunned. He knew this and suggested it often. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

When he started sneaking home in the early hours of the morning, Serena decided to take matters into her own hands. He was in the shower and foolishly left his cell phone on the night stand beside their bed, or perhaps on purpose. She knew he didn't care about appearances with her anymore. He only cared what the outside world thought of him.
Picking the phone up, she immediately scrolled through his most recent calls. He was a lawyer by trade, so there were bound to be unknown numbers to her, but one number in particular repeated over and over in his call log. She took a chance and dialed the number.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

"Hey baby, miss me already?" Serena had suspected all this time, and now she had proof. Andrew was cheating on her.

"This is his wife. He's in the shower. I think we need to talk."

Silence.

"What's your name?" Serena was only going to ask once.

The woman on the other end hesitated before answering. "Mina."

"Mina, how long have you and my husband been seeing each other?"

"Two years."

"Was that before or after we were married?"

"I don't know. All I know is that he told me he wasn't married. That lying sack of shit." Mina was clearly upset.

Serena couldn't help herself and laughed.

"I don't know why you find this funny! That bastard has been lying to both of us."

Serena conceded. "You're right, he has." It was then that she had an idea. She had been forced into a loveless marriage and she was tired of living a lie and with this conversation she saw her chance for freedom. "So what are we going to do about it?"

"Do about it? I don't know about you, but I'm going to cut off his-"
"I'm talking about revenge." Serena cut her off. She knew how that phrase would have ended. She felt the same way, but knew he deserved worse than that.

"Revenge?" she paused for a moment before continuing. "What did you have in mind?" It seemed Mina needed very little convincing.

They took the next two months to get their affairs in order, to make sure they had plenty of cash and created new identities for themselves. Luckily, Serena didn't have to worry about the money issue. Her widowed father died shortly after they were married, but before he did he made sure she was well taken care of.

"Serena, I want you to take this, and never speak of it to anyone, especially to Andrew."

Serena took the envelope her father just handed her, confusion written all over her face. "Papa, what is this? And why can't I tell Andrew?" They had just married less than a week ago.

Her father coughed loudly, unable to help himself. Serena ran to his side. "Papa, what's wrong? Do you want me to call the doctor?"

He emphatically shook his head. He knew his time was ending. Serena didn't, and he didn't want to burden her with his suspicions. "No, no my child, I'm fine. Just a summer cold." He smiled weakly at her, then gestured to the envelope. "Remember, not a word to anyone. There may come a day when you'll need this."

Serena nodded at the instruction from her father and didn't open the envelope until much later.

Her father died on a Thursday.

Andrew was furious at the reading of the will of her family estate. No money was left to them, just the family home, which was run by the estate and protected it from being sold. Not that she ever would have sold her family's home. It had been in their family for generations.

What Andrew didn't know was that her father had created a secret trust fund just in her name months earlier. That was where the family money went, and she was under no circumstances to tell Andrew about it. She made sure she kept that secret because he was obviously keep plenty more from her. She wondered now if her father realized his mistake by making her marry Andrew in his dying months.

It was storming badly outside the night Serena sent the text.

Gainsborough bridge. 1/2 hr.

She knew why Andrew was home tonight. His mistress had sent him away, and he looked terrible. He sat on their couch watching a nameless show as she came into the room.

"Andrew I'm leaving."

He turned to look at her as an evil glint came into his eyes. She knew that look anywhere. He wanted sex. She shouldn't be surprised; he wasn't getting it from his mistress anymore so he turned to his backup. Her.

"C'mere Sere." He got up and stumbled over to her. He was drunk.

"Not now Andrew, I told you I'm leaving."

"No, you're not." He grabbed her arms forcefully and held her as his lips slobbered over hers. She instantly stiffened. She didn't want this, or him anymore now that she was moments from her freedom. She broke out of his grip.

"I said NO Andrew!" She was shouting now, but with the weather raging outside she was sure no one could hear her scream.

Rage filled his eyes at her defiance and he immediately advanced on her. She ran towards the front door hoping to escape but Andrew was faster. He grabbed her from behind before she could get her hands on the door.

"C'mere you little minx. You know what daddy wants!" Andrew was slurring his words as he used his derogatory nickname for her. It made her skin crawl.

Tears started to fall as she screamed at the top of her lungs. "No! Andrew! Stop it! Please! Let me go!" Her arms started to flail, hitting him in the shoulder.

He repositioned himself so her arms were pinned behind her back making her cry out in pain. He dragged her to the living room couch, throwing her down and immediately falling on top of her.

Serena was sobbing between her screams. He was going to rape her moments before her freedom. They hadn't had sex in over two years because of his mistress and the only reason he was doing this was because she had sent him away. Because of Serena had convinced her to.

His hands ripped open her shirt as his mouth assaulted her body and she let out a blood curdling scream. She didn't care if anyone could hear her or not, but apparently Andrew did. His hand immediately covered her mouth, his eyes pure evil.

"Shut up you little bitch and do your wifely duty!" She could smell the bourbon on his breath and wanted to vomit.

Something changed in her then and she didn't want to be the wife, or the victim anymore. It seemed the two were interchangeable. All her life she was taught to take whatever life gave her, be the perfect wife and woman and now she was moments from freedom and that was all she could taste. Andrew's hands started to roam as his mouth covered hers again. She stiffened completely until he was in the right position. Then she let her knee fly.

Right into his crotch.

Andrew yelled out in pain and immediately rolled off of her onto the floor to hold the offended area. Serena got up in one fluid motion, spit on Andrew in the most undignified manner and flew out the front door.

The following morning Andrew's phone woke him from his drunken sleep. He forgot himself for a moment as he answered the phone.

"Mina?" He clung to the phone, desperate for it to be her.

A gruff voice cleared his throat. "Uh, no this is Sheriff Whitman. Mr. Jones, I'm afraid I have some bad news."

Andrew rubbed his face, trying to shake off the haze he was in. "Oh I'm sorry Sheriff, what's going on?" He was back to the model citizen everyone knew and loved.

"We found two cars in the river under the Gainsborough bridge this morning. One of them was your wife's car."

A smile crept onto Andrew's face. "Oh no. Is she okay?" He could barely contain his glee.

"I'm sorry Mr. Jones, but we haven't found her body yet. I think you should get here as soon as you can."

Andrew flipped his phone closed and smiled all the way to the shower. He would call Mina in a few days and then they could finally be together.

He took his time reaching the river, secretly happy he was finally rid of her. Of course he would have to shed a few crocodile tears and play the part of the grieving husband, but truth be told if their marriage had gone on any longer, he would have called in his family connection in Chicago to take care of her.

As he pulled up on the bridge, next to the sheriff's patrol car and he could immediately see the railing was torn away where her car, and the other poor soul's car must have gone through. He got out and went to the edge of the bridge to peer over. His eyes widened at the sight as his blood instantly froze. He had expected to see his wife's car being pulled from the river. What he didn't expect to see was his lover's car being pulled out as well.

It turned out he would be shedding more than just crocodile tears today.

It appeared that the entire town had shown up for the funeral of Serena Jones, loving wife and friend to many. As the line of people paying their respects dwindled down, Andrew's attention was too absorbed with the other plot across the way to notice the two blondes in line. They reached the casket at the same time, one on each side with black veils covering their faces to place a rose on the empty casket. They shared a brief look as their crimson lips turned up into a smile and walked away, leaving the secret at the grave.

That was the sweetest revenge.

Want more but can't wait? I have a sneak peek of Chapter 2 on my blog! Check it out on my profile, because ff doesn't let me post it here :(

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~A