No Rest for the Criminally Insane

Chapter 13

"Your husband and I had an affair". The confession played out in Gina's head over and over. How was it even possible?
She should've  monitored everything her husband did. She should've  covered every single call, text ,email. She should've  known where he was 24/7. But she has tried to trust him.
Idiot. She was so stupid. She should know by now. Trust was merely a fantasy.
She had learned this lesson before. It had cost her everything. Her family, her friends, her entire life.
And once again she neglected all of her past experiences and had fallen for this man. This man that changed. Made her want to become a better person. This man that had seemingly cured her homicidal tendencies. She had trusted this man.
And look where it got her. A lying husband and a farce of a friend. She had wanted to live happily married. Have true love unlike her parents. But like trust, true love didn't exist either.
Gina slumped into the white chair overlooking the patio. Her head felt heavy as if her skull were made of metal. She threw her head into her lap and began to sob. Short, small sobs barely noticible. She hadn't cried in a long time, not since her parents had died.
Soon the sobbing escalated into an ear splitting scream. Gina shot up out of the chair she had been sitting on and screamed with all her might. She grabbed the closest thing to her, a clay vase filled with a boutique of white daisies, and flung it across the room. It hit the door and shattered, scattering broken clay everywhere. She began to flip the mahogany coffee tables over and fling them into the glass door separating the living room from the patio. She screamed even louder than before, tears streaming down her face. She slowly stumbled into the kitchen and pulled out a knife from the drawer. She stared at it for a moment, gazing at her reflection within the knife.
Now she recognized herself. The calm, collected housewife of a billionaire had vanished. The mad, crazed, disheveled, psychopath that looked back at her had risen and had come back to greet Gina with open arms. Gina began to laugh, her tears turning from sadness to immense joy.
No more hiding who she was so that her husband would love her. He had proven that any love he had had for her was nonexistent. She was free to show him the woman she truly was.
Gina examined the knife for a few more seconds. She stabbed it into the counter so that it stood upright and she walked out of the kitchen. She began to urgently clean up the mess she had made. She had to get her house clean for her husband.