After twenty years of marriage, an enraged wife waits for her cheating husband to come home. She plans to finally get her revenge with a hammer, a kitchen knife, and a gun.
The night surrounded Margaret like a thick fog. She couldn't see it, but it was always there, like a reminder of what she had done. Every time her husband came home late and kept her waiting, the fog seemed to thicken, and the darkness seemed to get deeper. Tonight, was no different, though the darkness felt more oppressive than usual.
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The lights shone through the blinds in a wide swath, illuminating the wedding portrait on the wall in bright colors. Margaret hadn't bothered to close them as she descended into her mania, making them look like the flames of a raging inferno. Outside the apartment, cars honked, and voices could be heard, but their sounds were muffled by the walls and blinds, making them seem distant. Inside, Margaret's erratic breathing and her pounding heart filled the room with an eerie silence.
Margaret had been pacing the room for what felt like hours, and she was starting to tire. She had been waiting for her husband to come home. She had been waiting for twenty years, and tonight was the night she'd finally had enough. She had learned of his affair earlier that day and the knowledge had caused a deep anger to simmer inside her. And every time she saw his glowing, smiling face in that portrait, she felt that she would boil over. She had always been the one who put up with his infidelities, the one who bore the brunt of his lies and deceit. Tonight, she had finally had enough.
He had stolen her life, her youth, and her very soul. He'd taken the dreams she once cherished and gifted them to someone else. The family of children and a pet that he claimed to be allergic to - yet his namesake was sprawled across the other side of town, mothered by a woman Margaret thought was his cousin. She shook with rage at the thought of how foolish she was to believe him while he was still drawing breath, her voice barely more than a whisper as she seethed "Pathetic."
