Susan hated Elena with every fiber of her being. For two years, the young paramedic had been a constant shadow over Susan’s marriage to Andrew.
Elena seemed to always be there—flashing a bright smile whenever she saw Andrew, her eyes lingering just a second too long. She didn’t seem to care that Susan was standing right there.
Susan had lost count of how many times she’d confronted the woman, demanding she leave her husband alone. But Elena, a striking thirty-year-old, would only laugh. She’d tell Susan that Andrew was “practically an old man” to her, having just hit forty.
She claimed she wanted someone younger, someone with a deep pocketbook who would worship the ground she walked on. Susan would see red, calling her every name in the book.
Elena would just shrug it off, noting that while men were always lining up for her, Susan’s husband seemed to be looking for the nearest exit. She’d smirk and tell Susan to keep Andrew on a shorter leash, or she might just take him for a spin out of pure boredom.
Susan even went to the Town Hall, demanding they fire Elena. But Elena was the only qualified paramedic willing to work in their remote corner of the county. The administration wouldn’t dream of letting her go.
The truth was, Elena was beautiful—the kind of beauty that stood out in a small town. Men from three counties over found excuses to pass through just to catch a glimpse of her.
The single guys offered her rings, and the married ones offered her glances their wives weren’t supposed to see. But no one was as fiercely protective—or as paranoid—as Susan.
Andrew was an EMS driver, which meant he spent hours in the ambulance with Elena, heading to calls in distant townships. Susan would pace the floor of their home, convinced that “checking on homebound patients” was just a cover for something else.
She demanded he quit, telling him he was making them the laughingstock of the county. Andrew would just sigh, exhausted, insisting his wife was imagining things. He was just doing his job.
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