Too Late To Love Your Drowned Wife

my pride to be the loyal wife of the mos

drowning in our estate pool, my husb

ng her in a thick towel, and stood ov

agged me up ten flights

he jumped!

old loathing and shoved me into

he edge like carved granite, stomping on my hands u

y watery grave was my husband walking a

cleaning up his messes and pl

devotion only buy

I watched him trail kisses down her neck w

y the security footage of my murder,

was going to tear

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open-mouth kisses down his mistress's neck while my body, in its slow decay,

my real

fe. I tried to trace the outline of the chesterfield sofa, but my fingers passed through the

oldiers, signing death warrants over his morning espresso and rinsing the scent of c

her medals away in a basement vault and cinched her waist into th

my absolu

me a wat

st the expensive leather sofa in his secure safe

e, her fingers hooking into th

room, a pocket of dead air where

ago, I had

e had looked me dead in the eye and her lips had parted in a smile of

ms, screaming that

in to s

He did not see a rescue; he saw his lawful

ling across my body. He commanded me to apologize to his mistress before the assembled estate guards. When I refused, his eyes-dark and vio

d of the water tan

words catching in my throat like s

expression of cold loathing before

the brutal climb had stolen the strength from my l

eather shoe and brought his

ater, a mouthful of the fri

n, my lungs sc

of a knuckle-bone giving way. The second, a hard-toed dress shoe, sta

igure carved from granite and

ed. My lungs burned with a despe

ward the rusty drain at the bottom of

m kiss the woman

on the glass coffee table, a sound like a

cesca with a heavy sigh

fted

Leonardo's

phone to his ea

said. "The capos are complaining in the group

aintenance to flush the pipes. Do

s been missing for three day

his eyes becoming flat and lifel

ority right now,"

ne and tossed it b

inger down his chest, looking up

asked softly. "Is it about Si

, pulling France

said. "She got exactly what she deserved.

k. Her shoulders, hidden from his vi

hed against the metal walls, thick w

rt used to beat, a cold pressure began to build-silent,