Goodbye” While those thugs were tearing into my heart and liver, my dear husband was out wining and dining with his first love for their ten-year “anniversary” of meeting. I tried to send him a desperate voice note via WhatsApp, but all I got back was, [Don’t think this will grab my attention.
I won’t go home tonight, you stupid clown.] Honestly, I breathed a sigh of relief when he didn’t come rushing to save me. Knowing him, I’d probably have ended up worse off. Fast forward three days and there he was, Mr. Top Forensic Guy, analyzing evidence from a city-wide murder that had everyone gossiping. He was going on and on about the victim’s last moments, how she fought for her life and all. Little did he know, he was dissecting the death of his very own wife-the one he couldn’t stand, yours truly.
