My husband had a wandering eye
when we married. For the last three
months, I knew he was having an
affair. When I confronted him, he
didn’t try to hide anything. He wanted
a divorce so he could marry his
secretary.
For what ever reason, he got brutally
cruel. He told me of his affair and said
she was everything that I wasn’t. She
was warm and fun and better yet, she
wasn’t a cold fish in bed. His words cut
deep and tore at my insides. I shed no
tears; I just walked away.
Next day I did some research and found
where she lived. I paid her apartment
manager twenty bucks to let me in.
I waited impatiently on her bed. Soon
I could hear them laughing and giggling.
Adrenaline course through my veins, but
I sat calmly there. When they opened the
bedroom door, I smiled at them as I took
my husband’s 357 magnum and blew
both of them away.