Nothing shatters the heart quite like when you significant other secretly has eyes for another. When the months of secrets comes unveiled, it's hard to say which feeling is stronger, anger or sadness. You're simply broken hearted. Did you do something wrong? Should you lash out? You know only that you need to do something. Even if that something is far darker than you realize. After all, you did it for love. And revenge.
I sat on the couch, watching television while my fiancé was in the shower. He said he had to work tonight and he'd probably be pulling a late shift. I missed him, being gone all the time and all, but the money he brings in to help keep the lights on, it was fine by me. I trust him after all. And clearly he trusts me, given that his phone was sitting on the coffee table before me.
The show I was watching went on commercial and curiosity got the best of me. I'd seen the screen light up out of the corner of my eye but paid no mind to it. I decided to check it out to see what it said. After all, it might have been work, telling him to take the day off. A woman could hope, at least.
I tapped the screen and saw a message from some woman named Maddie. There was something about the message that raised my suspicion. "See you at work," it read.
Why is it that the mind has to jump to conclusions, them being the worst case scenario playing out. Was he really cheating on me? What was he doing, texting this Maddie woman. What was he to her, some kind of mistress that he was seeing behind my back? Was he the reason he'd been working all these late nights lately? I needed to get back at him.
I hated myself for jumping to such an insane conclusion with a mind full of anger. Am I crazy for thinking this way? Why was my mind already forming a twisted plan to get back at him? Should I ask him about the messages? All these things flooded my mind. I had no room to think, I just had to act.
I thought about going into the bathroom and flushing the toilet a couple times, so the water would burn his skin. My thoughts went darker. Grabbing a toaster and chucking it into the shower, watch his body tremor before toppling to the ground. No, I needed to mess with him without him realizing. Something harmless but something that would really mess with him.
It was then that I remembered that he takes medication before work. I could switch it out with some of my hallucinogens. I chuckled at the thought of him tripping out and acting like an idiot at work. It seemed a little too mean, but I had to try it. After all, there was no way Maddie would be attracted to him if he's acting a fool all day.
I could hear the water in the bathroom slowing. I had to act quick, he was about to get out of the shower. I hurried to the kitchen, opened the medicine cabinet and took out his pills. This was a brand new bottle, I didn't think he'd ever taken one of these before. The prescription was from yesterday. I guessed they were to help him stay focused at work.
Being sure to stay silent, I took out the bottle of my hard drugs. I dumped his pills out and filled the bottle with my special pills. I quickly dumped his pills in the other bottle. Just as I heard the door open, I stashed the bottles away back where I found them.
Fully clothed and smelling fresh, he spotted me in the kitchen and told me about the long night he was going to have and that he couldn't wait to spend the night with me when he got back. He promised me he would make it worth my while on his next day off. I turned to the cabinet and grabbed his pills. He thanked me, poured a glass of water, and took two pills. It was then I felt this pit in my stomach, taking two of the pills seemed pretty dangerous. I wanted to mess with him, not potentially kill him. However, I had to remain silent. He couldn't know what I had done.
He kissed me, grabbed his keys, and headed out to work. "Have fun at work," I waved to him.
As the night stretched on, I was growing tired. It was well after midnight, wasn't he supposed to be home by now? I was envisioning him with his arm around that girl, them kissing and enjoying each other's company. The only thoughts in his mind were ones of betraying me.
I heard a knock at the door that startled me. Who would be stopping by this late? I opened the door to find a police officer. What were they doing here? Did he really tell the police I'd drugged him? Was this his plan to get rid of me so that he could spend the rest of his life with her?
"Are you Elizabeth James?" he asked.
I nodded. "What's this about?"
"It's about your husband," he explained. "His car was found flipped and on the side of the highway."
"Oh my god," I said in shock. "Is he okay?"
"Yes ma'am, he's in the hospital right now. Would you like to see him?" he asked.
I nodded. I got in his car and he took me to the emergency room. I charged through the doors and asked to see my fiancé. It seemed to take forever, but I finally got to see him. I was escorted by a doctor, him explaining the injuries as we made our way there.
When I came through the door, there he was in the hospital bed. I could make someone out beside him. A woman. I was about to barge through the door when I saw her lean forward and kiss him.
I sat on the couch, watching television while my fiancé was in the shower. He said he had to work tonight and he'd probably be pulling a late shift. I missed him, being gone all the time and all, but the money he brings in to help keep the lights on, it was fine by me. I trust him after all. And clearly he trusts me, given that his phone was sitting on the coffee table before me.
The show I was watching went on commercial and curiosity got the best of me. I'd seen the screen light up out of the corner of my eye but paid no mind to it. I decided to check it out to see what it said. After all, it might have been work, telling him to take the day off. A woman could hope, at least.
I tapped the screen and saw a message from some woman named Maddie. There was something about the message that raised my suspicion. "See you at work," it read.
Why is it that the mind has to jump to conclusions, them being the worst case scenario playing out. Was he really cheating on me? What was he doing, texting this Maddie woman. What was he to her, some kind of mistress that he was seeing behind my back? Was he the reason he'd been working all these late nights lately? I needed to get back at him.
I hated myself for jumping to such an insane conclusion with a mind full of anger. Am I crazy for thinking this way? Why was my mind already forming a twisted plan to get back at him? Should I ask him about the messages? All these things flooded my mind. I had no room to think, I just had to act.
I thought about going into the bathroom and flushing the toilet a couple times, so the water would burn his skin. My thoughts went darker. Grabbing a toaster and chucking it into the shower, watch his body tremor before toppling to the ground. No, I needed to mess with him without him realizing. Something harmless but something that would really mess with him.
It was then that I remembered that he takes medication before work. I could switch it out with some of my hallucinogens. I chuckled at the thought of him tripping out and acting like an idiot at work. It seemed a little too mean, but I had to try it. After all, there was no way Maddie would be attracted to him if he's acting a fool all day.
I could hear the water in the bathroom slowing. I had to act quick, he was about to get out of the shower. I hurried to the kitchen, opened the medicine cabinet and took out his pills. This was a brand new bottle, I didn't think he'd ever taken one of these before. The prescription was from yesterday. I guessed they were to help him stay focused at work.
Being sure to stay silent, I took out the bottle of my hard drugs. I dumped his pills out and filled the bottle with my special pills. I quickly dumped his pills in the other bottle. Just as I heard the door open, I stashed the bottles away back where I found them.
Fully clothed and smelling fresh, he spotted me in the kitchen and told me about the long night he was going to have and that he couldn't wait to spend the night with me when he got back. He promised me he would make it worth my while on his next day off. I turned to the cabinet and grabbed his pills. He thanked me, poured a glass of water, and took two pills. It was then I felt this pit in my stomach, taking two of the pills seemed pretty dangerous. I wanted to mess with him, not potentially kill him. However, I had to remain silent. He couldn't know what I had done.
He kissed me, grabbed his keys, and headed out to work. "Have fun at work," I waved to him.
As the night stretched on, I was growing tired. It was well after midnight, wasn't he supposed to be home by now? I was envisioning him with his arm around that girl, them kissing and enjoying each other's company. The only thoughts in his mind were ones of betraying me.
I heard a knock at the door that startled me. Who would be stopping by this late? I opened the door to find a police officer. What were they doing here? Did he really tell the police I'd drugged him? Was this his plan to get rid of me so that he could spend the rest of his life with her?
"Are you Elizabeth James?" he asked.
I nodded. "What's this about?"
"It's about your husband," he explained. "His car was found flipped and on the side of the highway."
"Oh my god," I said in shock. "Is he okay?"
"Yes ma'am, he's in the hospital right now. Would you like to see him?" he asked.
I nodded. I got in his car and he took me to the emergency room. I charged through the doors and asked to see my fiancé. It seemed to take forever, but I finally got to see him. I was escorted by a doctor, him explaining the injuries as we made our way there.
When I came through the door, there he was in the hospital bed. I could make someone out beside him. A woman. I was about to barge through the door when I saw her lean forward and kiss him.
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