The Color Red.
Helen never looked good in red.
He couldn't stand to see her wear that color.
Helen wore red lingerie during their honeymoon.
He had twitched to slap the nonsense out of her.
But he held it in.
Helen was 10 times older than she was during their honeymoon.
He could definitely see the aging process.
But he ignored his hatred.
Helen left every Friday for girl's day.
He thought she was cheating.
But he let it slip by.
Helen was fucking the pool boy.
He caught them Friday afternoon.
But let it go.
Helen had been wearing the same red lingerie.
He was disgusted.
But he held it in.
Helen was scared.
He had let his anger bottle up year after year.
But he hadn't busted open yet.
Helen pushed his buttons.
He snapped.
But he couldn't control it this time.
Helen laid in her own blood.
He shook his head.
Helen never did look good in red.
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