Death penalty on Valentine's Day

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       Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Idiot! How dare he that, that stupid, selfish, pig of a man. How dare he stand there and cry for that whore. All because I killed her. She was useless anyway. A good for nothing bitch. She deserved it, she took him from me and on Valentine's Day too. Now that I think about it, it's ironic, I killed her today a year ago, February 14,1992, and today is the day they are finally giving me my sentence. Looking back I should have got him first...
February 14,1992 Valentine's day
"Hey babe, I'm home, I got you a present." I half shouted through our two story home. I got silence as a reply. "Babe?" I questioned as I walked further into our living room. Again no answer but I heard a thump from upstairs and voices. Heading toward the stairs quietly as I continued to hear hushed voices coming from the direction of our bedroom. I pushed open the door to the bedroom and there in our bed under our comfort in our sheets was my husband of 7 years with another woman. I stood in shock until the woman noticed me with a shriek. My "husband" is scrambling to get his pants back on. I lose it, I start yelling at him. He yells back. As we argue the woman tries to jump in yelling at me. Who does she think she is? Thinking she had any right to butt in. My vision started to go red. The next part is a bit of a blur, it all happened so fast. I reached into the bag I was holding and grabbed the present I had brought home for him, a bottle of Russia River Valley Pinot Noir his favorite, and I hit her. The bottle shatters on the first blow and she goes down not unconscious but bleeding. I jump on her continuously attacking her with the broken bottle. She tried to fight back but I didn't stop until she lay still under me not breathing. My husband stood shocked. It was when I turned to him only then did he snap out of it seeing the look in my eyes, he ran. I didn't chase him, instead I looked at the person I just killed. I didn't feel any sympathy or horror for the crime I had just committed. She deserved it. So I turned, walked out of our room to the kitchen and sat at the table covered in blood with a broken bottle in my hand staring at the ground. That's how the police found me sitting in the same position a couple hours late.
    Now after a whole year of looking through evidence and checking witnesses, they have finally come to a conclusion.  "You may read the verdict", the judge said. A person from the jury stood " we find the defendant guilty, your honor". " So say you, all?" the judge said. "Yes, your honor". "Very well then due to the brutality of the murder you have been sentenced the death penalty."