"𝐻𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁."

Chapter 2

Title: I know what you did... you can't hide it from me...

Pov: Y/N
It was my husband. My lying, unfaithful, wretched, disgusting, ugly, pitiful, and awfully pathetic husband. He couldn't even please me in bed, so what makes him think he can please all the prostitutes he visits?
And the thing is, all of them would come back to me, just to complain about how I deal with his lack of length down there.

It's pitiful how he thought that I couldn't notice, how he smelled of perfume, his kimono unraveled, his face tired and his hickeys carelessy uncovered.

I hate this filthy man whore.

I hate his ugly face, his tiny tip, his see through lies, I hate everything about him. If I could kill hi-

Wait...

I could just kill him...

Hm.. I could poison him, suffocate him, electrocute him, strangle him, hang him, burn him, OR I could always eat him.

I always complain to his mother and sister about him and they always agree with me and his mother scolds and yells at him for being such a terrible husband since she hates her son but loves me and now I get it. And now I'm stuck here.

I told his mother and his sister about it, and they honestly agreed to help me as long as I would kill him and then dispose of the body and any evidence afterwards.

We decided to go with poisoning him and dumping the body in a lake nearby and just letting a demon eat him, and it would help since he's a marechi.

So I got the poison ready and went to our house when I saw another woman at the door.
I confronted her and she just told me that maybe I couldn't please him as well as she could.

"Guess he doesn't need you like he does me. It's pathetic, you're skin color and the fact that I'm way prettier than you. You should honestly just scram, never come back again, this is my husband now."

The woman had the nerve to shame me when she was in her 40s.

So you picked up a thick branch about 14 inches long and about 19 inches wide, and you slammed it against her head.