"how did this happen"
I stare down at my bloodied hands in horror before looking up at my now deceased husband as our daughter's crying fills room
I sit quietly for a minute before carefully standing up, avoiding the glass that's shattered on the floor and making my way over to the sink.
I wash my hands quickly and hurry over to my daughter, Lacy, who is crying in her crib
"It's alright sweetheart, everything going to be okay"
At that moment, I was unsure of who I was talking to, her or me.
She quiets down soon enough before I set her down on the floor to play and leave the room, shutting the door behind me.
"Holy shit" i rush back into the kitchen where my husbands corpse still resides, his blood splattered everywhere.
I glance around at the red mess that I caused just barely 20 minutes ago.
"Fuck" I curse before the tears begin falling down my face
I look over to where the cabinet was, then to where it's fallen over my husband, my Elias.
I watch as small streams of wine pour out of their bottles, their glasses smashed on the ground around us.
"Why.." I repeat before sinking to the ground over Elias and begin stroking his hair
"Why didn't I do this sooner"
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The day I killed my husband
غموض / إثارةWhen Estella Bailey accidentally murders her husband, leaving her alone with their 1 year old daughter, Lacy, how will she handle things? *Credits to the people who made the artwork, they did amazing!* (P.s. this story contains- Little bits of smut...
