I’m going to kill him.
That’s what she thinks; plainly, simply. It’s what comes into her mind the moment she smells a scent (a woman’s perfume) on his shirt, and sees red lipstick on his collar - it’s faded and smudged, but it’s there. She’s going to kill him, and then quite possibly hunt the woman down and kill her as well.
But damn if she’s not going to look fabulous while doing it.
And so she goes to their room, grabs and puts on this warm fuchsia toned dress she bought for their wedding anniversary (a few weeks ago; very romantic evening which now seems like a lie). She liked the irony of it - of wearing what was once a celebration of love to the now extremely manipulated and forced culmination of her husband's life.
Well, ex-husband by the end of the night.
The thing is, she had already let slide the first few times that she caught him cheating - they talked about it, had counseling, spent more time with each other. She put in the effort, and for a while it seemed like he was back to falling in love with her all over again. Boy was she wrong. And boy how much he screwed her over; breaking her trust time and time again. This time though, this time it’ll be different. There won’t be any more chances to waste. This time, she takes matters into her own hands.
So she puts on her favorite black pumps, dolls herself up with make-up, and the right accessories. Sprayed on her perfume and some hairspray, and grabs an ax on her way out; the same kind of ax he uses to chop up wood for their fireplace. She grabs her keys, turns on the ignition, and speeds her way to his office.
He’s going to get it, she calmly thought as though she wasn’t planning and eventually about to implement the demise of her husband. This time, he’ll really get it. And that good for nothing woman will go next.
It was a cold fierceness that settled over her. He screwed her over, and now she’s simply returning the favor.
She vaguely remembers their wedding vows. But she knows, remembers, that the end goes something like 'til death do us part'. And she thought that maybe it might a good idea to take that vow literally, and to giver herself the honor of personally killing him.
'Til do us part, darling. Through your death we shall part.
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