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Alice screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice raw with grief. “What did I do wrong? Why would you do this to me? Did thirty years of love mean nothing to you?”
David was helpless. His leg, still recovering from when Josh broke it for the second time, left him completely vulnerable. He could barely shield himself as Alice came at him with everything she had. There was no fight in him–just desperate defense.
He waved his arms weakly, trying to block her hits. “Alice, stop it!” he yelled, over and over, panic rising.
But she wasn’t listening. She couldn’t. Her rage had taken over. She lunged at his throat and locked both hands around it, her fingers pressing in so hard her knuckles looked like bone.
“You don’t deserve to live. You’re a demon. I will kill you!” she shouted, her eyes blazing with hate so deep it looked like it could eat her alive.
David gasped and grabbed at her hands, trying to tear them away, but her grip was like steel. She wouldn’t let go.
His eyes rolled back into his head, showing only white. His tongue slipped out of his mouth, and his whole face twisted in panic and pain. He flailed wildly, reaching for anything, as his body thrashed across the bed. His legs kicked and twitched from the pain and lack of oxygen. The sheets were torn and rumpled beneath him, yanked into chaos by his flailing limbs.
Outside the hospital room, Lauren stood still, watching the chaos inside through the glass. Her expression was icy and unreadable.
She used to think Alice was someone who’d quietly endure betrayal. A woman with too much grace to lash out. Someone who forgave, even when she shouldn’t.
But this–this raw, unhinged retaliation–told a different story. Alice wasn’t passive. She wasn’t calm. Not when everything she believed in had been ripped away. She had finally snapped.
Lauren let out a silent, bitter laugh. No one really feels pain until it hits home. Until then, they don’t understand. They don’t care.
Her face remained cool, with just a hint of irony in her expression.
Well, I didn’t feel bad. Not at all.
She stood there like a stranger, as if what was happening on the other side of the glass had nothing to do with her.
Alice had never lacked comfort. She’d always had money, security, and ease. What she truly craved–what she held dearest–was love. Genuine, pure love.
But in just a flash, that love had been ripped away. Everything she cared about was gone, and it broke her.
Now she was consumed by rage. Her fingers locked tight around David’s neck like a vise, refusing to let go. Like she needed to feel him slip away to make up for everything he’d taken from her.
David was seconds from blacking out, flailing helplessly as Alice choked the life out of him.
His right hand scrambled blindly over the bed and knocked against something solid–his fingers wrapped
around tha handle of a fruit knife tucked inside the hacket on the nightstand
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There was no time to think. Driven by panic and instinct, he lashed out with the blade and plunged it into her.
The sickening sound of the knife piercing flesh filled the air.
Alice let out a scream that could split glass. It wasn’t just pain–it was devastation, pure and primal. The sound could stop hearts.
Her grip loosened immediately, and she collapsed backward, her body folding from the shock.
Blood sprayed into the air and splashed across David’s face. The heat of it jolted him back into reality, pulling him from the brink of death.
He sucked in air like a drowning man, chest heaving, lungs desperate for oxygen.
But then he saw her.
The knife had sunk deep into her left eye. Blood spilled through her fingers as she held her face, coating her hands and dripping steadily to the floor until it formed a growing, gruesome pool.
Alice rolled on the ground in agony, her body twisted with pain, her screams bouncing off the walls of the hospital room. The sound was chilling–unnatural–like something ripped from a nightmare.
David looked down at Alice, his hands shaking, eyes wide with fear. “I–I didn’t mean to. You were choking me. It was self–defense,” he stammered, trying to convince himself more than anyone else.
For a second, he was frozen, overwhelmed and uncertain.
But then logic kicked in–or at least, what he told himself was logic.
We’re married. It’s not like I killed her. All I did was blind her in one eye. The law’s not going to do much just chalk it up to a domestic dispute, maybe a slap on the wrist and some counseling. That’s it.
With that thought, his fear vanished. In its place was ice–cold composure.
He grabbed his phone and called Sharon.
“Hey, Sharon. Get up here. Alice found out about us. She tried to kill me. I stabbed her in the eye. Bring someone and clean this up–I don’t want her stinking up my room,” he said, disgust dripping from every
word.
Alice, still writhing in pain, heard him loud and clear. Her good eye locked on him, blazing with fury. Her voice came out rough, heavy with hate.
“David, you’ll die a miserable death.”
David threw his head back and laughed–loud, arrogant, cruel. His laughter filled the room like poison.
“You think I kept you alive out of love? No. I just wanted the last of your shares. That’s it. If it weren’t for that, you’d have been dead a long time ago.”
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