WIFE MURDER SECOND HALF

The speaker is confessing to orchestrating the murder of her husband in order to take full control of their billion-dollar company. She reveals her husband's abusive nature and her own brilliance that was overshadowed by him. The butler, Alfred, was used as a scapegoat for the murder. The speaker now enjoys being the sole owner of the company and feels exalted. This wasn't my idea! She did this! Get me out of here! I really shouldn't have done this. I shouldn't have helped her. If only I could go back in time. I should have never agreed to her request. Doesn't make it his! Maid! Clean that up! Alfred! Come here! Yes, ma'am? I want him dead! Are you sure about this? Yes. Kill him. Now! Anything for you, ma'am. This should do it. Oh, fine. Of course, ma'am. Alfred, get me a cigarette. Um, okay, sir. Where to, ma'am? My press conference. And driver, roll up the partition. It's an exquisite evening. My company is thriving, finally under my control. I, the grieving widow, bravely stepped into her late husband's shoes. But they don't know the truth lurking beneath the perfected exterior. My husband. My successful, toiling husband. The face of my industry is rotting in his grave. It's a tragic murder, they say. The media will eat it up with a defiant butler stabbing her abusive owner to death. And the company's boards will praise me for my strength and resilience in stepping into these huge shoes. Little do they know that Alfred loved Montgomery just not much as she loved me. How easily turned these hearts are. It's amusing, really. He thought he could take credit for my sweat, my sacrifices, and my brilliance. He believed he could parade around as the face of this billion-dollar empire while I was a dumb little trophy wife. Well, I couldn't let that happen, so I did what I needed to be done. I orchestrated his departure from this world to the one person who had been loyal to me through thick and thin. Our butler, Alfred, a pawn in my game, a scapegoat for my husband's demise. How quickly the tables turned. Now, I am the sole owner of the sweet fruits of the company my dad gifted me. Before that, a serping larcenist swooped in and acted like the man I needed to gain respect in the corporate world. But really, he needed me. Lonely and broke, the only plan his puny mind could devise was to lash onto a powerful woman. Ha ha ha ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha. We're almost there, Mal. Yes, I can see. Vivian! Vivian! Vivian! Vivian! Vivian, how does the heart of an owner and CEO of a billion-dollar company newly named V Industries feel? She feels exalted.