Neglected Wife, Dying Vengeance

Blackw

This was his pattern. After any conflict, he would disappear for day

was standing at the stove, carefully flipping a pancake. Not for me, or for Bonnie. For Aspen

never once cooked for me. Not even a piece of toast. But here he was, pl

f there before Bonnie came home from his half-day of kindergarten and saw this. The thought of

ing with disdain. He wrinkled his nose. "Daddy K

pen' s plate and ruffled his hair. "Be nice, Aspen

voice tight. "And I hope he treats you with the exact s

up, his eyes blazing

" I said, stan

t flinch. He glared at me for a long moment bef

ly for a while before remembering my appointment. I

aced man in his fifties, sat me down

ave some bad news. Your bloodwork came back with some... concer

t. Leukemia. It was a word from a

softly. "We need to admit you immediately an

thought, was of Bonnie. Wh

ably. A low, keening sound escaped my

to my feet. Just as I reached the door,

ol nurse. Bonnie has a fever.

ts axis. I was dying,

or and despair. Bonnie was waiting for me in the nu

, his voice hoarse. "I

aked, scooping him into my

o the car was an agony. A sharp, stabbing pain had started

ent, to not be a burden. Now I regretted it. I wanted him to be demand

Aspen. They didn' t even look up as I walked past them with our sick child. My heart

fe. I hated him for his cruelty, for his indifference. I hated him for bringing a

t second I had making sure my son was loved and cared fo

e were out of the crackers he

going to the store. Bonnie is in his room

ponse, his eyes g

standing in the middle of the living room, his face smeared with thick, re

im?" I screamed, drop

was just playing! We were

comforting him. "It' s okay, Aspen. It was just a game."

ing finger at Bonnie, who was now crying silently. "And

lipstick. You' re insane." He picked up a crying Aspen and ca

d in the silent

s right," I whispered to the empty room. "I am a monster. Beca

to be his father, just stood there,