My Loving Wife

The wind howled as trees swayed in the wind and lightning flashed in quick advances. Thunder boomed like the sound of a drum. A man sat alone in his room wishing, wanting, needing and explanation of his wife's death. Nothing was making any sense. Suicide? no. Throat slit. It should have easily been seen. She couldn't do  that to herself. He suddenly stopped. The man ran down the stairs and into his office. He shifted through his drawers until he found what he was looking for. A letter. His wife. Annabelle had left him with a letter. When she passed and left him to walk through the walls of their home alone. He read her letter over and over. Her voice still ringing in his head He could remember the last time he saw her. The look in his eyes are burned in his memory. She was going to leave him.

Her bags were packed and she was ready to leave. Her e turned yes filled with tears and finally ,  She turned and waked out the door, to the car, and out of sight. He was furious. He can vaguely remember walking around the house and to the garage. When he found what he was looking for, he ran out to the drive way and hopped in his car. The rest was a blur. It was like he was drugged. Like someone was trying to control him to do their bidding, their evil and sinful deeds. He had a feeling in his chest. A sort of high he had never felt before. It drove him and forced him to do the unthinkable. He shook his head. Stray tears tumbled down his cheeks as he clutched the letter in his hands . He loved her. He neatly folded the letter back into the drawer, He needed to forget the memories. The man left his office and walked to the darkly lite kitchen. He was pouring himself a glass of water when he noticed something out of place. He set his glass on the counter top and slowly made his way across the kitchen. A knife freshly polished laid of the granite counter. The man studied his reflection in the knife and laughed. He had used it to cut meat for his steak earlier. The steak was cooked to perfection. It melted in his mouth.  What was wrong with his mind? was it melting away?

Absurd. He thought. I'm not made of ice. He tossed the knife into the sink with a clatter. but without a single care. He stalked into his living room.  He sat in his chair next to his stuffed pet. He decided to start a fire so he soundlessly stood and started a fire in the old brick fireplace. The dancing flames ignited a memory in his mind It was a dark cold December night. He and his wife had just rented a room at the Plaza hotel in NYC. He remembered. feeling, fury, rising from his feet. Almost as if hell and the devil himself was feeling his anger. The way she yelled at him still burned in his soul. How dare she disrespect him. Embarrass him in front of people. How dare she damage his image. "Your still a gentlemen" the man told himself. She was the lowest of the low.

He remembered he called her bodyguard that night, He called him and told him he was done with her games. And done sneaking with her sneaking around with her secret lover. Yes she had cheated on him. He remembered the heartbreak. He loved his wife, oh Annabelle, my loving wife why did you do this to me.   He would do anything to be with her. But she got what she deserved.

I hope she burns in hell for her sins and maybe someday I will join her. I have sinned in life as well. Not as bad as her though. Suddenly he felt a pain inside his chest. a burning. He stood from his chair ans smiled wickedly as he stepped forward. He laughed, he laughed so loudly it echoed against the walls. and he was  surprised no boomed in the  background.  He remembered the glorious sensation of that night. The night his knife met her throat, the red blood oozing from her pale skin, covering his hands. She returned to him, trying to seek forgiveness. He was a fair man. So he showed he how he felt. He felt lifeless. Cold. He had no emotion. She didn't think about him when she went off with another man. So he returned the favor. But to this day, deep down, he will always care for Annabelle. His loving wife tht he will someday see in his paradise.