She was sweating, so tired of pulling him all the way towards the corner, leaned his head on the wall. She dragged a chair and sat down, took a deep breath. She looked at him dead in the eyes and said “see, I am happy now.” She stood up, so confused, so exhausted, and brought a bottle of wine and a glass. She poured the wine. “I bet you would have wanted some, huh?” she said, mockingly. “I am even happier right now.”
“What do you think of me now? Uh a- Am I still that use- useless, stupid, dep-ressed, old woman? As you con-fident-ly texted her describing me.” said, shaking.
A minute later, she faced the other side of the room. ” Uhh I cannot even utter an understandable sentence. I need not to show him my fears. No, no, no. It doesn’t matter anyway, he cannot speak now. It is my turn to speak. He had his chance for 15 years now.” she whispered.
She faced him, again. Kept looking at his face. “oh darling, you had a nice, really nice face. I bet that’s what she admired about you before knowing about your marriage. It isn’t about cheating, you know. It’s all about how dare you allow yourself to be touched by a different person, saying exactly what you have said to me. It is disgusting. You were disgusting, but that will no longer happen, no more cheating. “
“Remember yesterday? WHEN YOU SAID I AM CRAZY WOMAN WHO’S MISERABLY DEPRESSED? I guess we can’t tell who’s more miserable now, CAN WE?” she shouted at his face.
She turned to the other side of the room. She cried. She’s drowned in tears. She finished her glass and dropped it. It broke. She cried even more.
She stood up and dragged him by his hands until she reached the basement. She lit a fire with his body. Killing him wasn’t enough for her. She needed to see him burn.
She walked right out the house, and never came back.