Ex. 2.

Let me introduce myself. I am that very woman who was killed by my beloved
man but everyone thought that I had committed suicide. My name is Dorothy
Kingship, I am the daughter of a prominent entrepreneur who founded Kingship
Copper Incorporated, Leo Kingship. As you may see, a family where I was brought
up was famous enough, but frankly, that was rather horrible for me, and you would
see why. To begin with, I was the youngest child in my family, and I had two elder
sisters, Ellen and Marion. I was not so close with the second one, but Ellen was truly
my best friend and my support, she could always listen to me and give advice when I
was in a scrape. In the childhood, we went to the same schools and camps, joined the
same clubs and attended the same dances. Where Ellen led, I obediently followed.
Talking about my parents, when I had been five and Ellen six, they divorced
divorced. Last year of their, as we thought, happy marriage, was the real hell for us,
for them and for all the relatives. My mom and dad were hammer and tongs and the
main reason of their quarrels was father's business. When the we lost our mother, first
through the divorce and then through her death a year later, Marion, who was ten, felt
the loss most deeply of all and, maybe, that's why she was often cold to us.
After that, we were nurtured by our father, who, honestly, was strict enough.
When me and my sisters grew up, Ellen entered Caldwell College, in Wisconsin, and
I made plans to follow her there the next year, but my beloved sister refused, because
should become self-reliant. Our father agreed, self-reliance being a trait he valued in
himself and in others, therefore I was sent to Stoddard, slightly more than a hundred
miles from Caldwell, with the understanding that we would visit one another on
weekends. A few visits were made and, actually, my hard student life made me
completely self-reliant, therefore, the visits stopped altogether.
I had lots of cavaliers at university, but in my sophomore year I met him. The
blondness of his hair, the clear blue of his eyes charmed me till the end of my life,
moreover he was handsome, intelligent, and had a fine speaking voice. Every time we
met was the best hours of my life, because with him I was truly in the clouds. But
who knew that he may break my heart in such a cruel way?
One day I had discovered that I am pregnant and I definitely had knew the father
because my boyfriend had been my one and only, but he behaved strangely that
evening. I had been made to take abortion pills, but they did not work, nevertheless, it
made me throw up, but soon I was out and about.
He promised to marry me if the pills didn't work, therefore, I was waiting for
that very Friday as was promised to become a happy wife, actually, he tried to made
me take that peels again, but I lied to him.
The day had come, I wore my green suit and took a taxi with my fiancée to the
Marriage License Bureau, which was in the skyscraper. Actually, we arrived in time
and my future husband decided to show me the scenery of our city from the roof of
the building. It was highly romantic, especially his touches, kisses and pleasant
words, but then with cobra speed he pushed me down. I saw his eyes, his evil eyes
full of hatred and no love in them, stupefied terror bursting in me, a cry rising in my
throat. My shriek of petrified anguish trailed down into the shaft like a burning wire.
The scream died and I died together with the scream.