Short Stories

Till Death Do Us Part

We were the happiest couple that day. The King and Queen. The day we vowed to love and protect each other till death do us part. We would spent countless nights loving each other since then. I had such high hopes that we really would last forever. Guess I was wrong, or am I?

A few months after our wedding day, we discovered that I was infertile, and there is an extremely high chance that I will not be able to conceive at all. Still, that didn't stop me from loving him. Sadly, it did for him, because lately I haven't been seeing him a lot at home. His usual excuse? Work.

Is it really work? 

Every day he comes home later than usual, and I would smell a woman's perfume around him. Not my perfume. His clothes would have more wrinkles and his smile would disappear every time he caught sight of me. I desperately try to earn his attention by cooking for him and wearing elegant dresses that would attract him. However, it was all a failure.

Instead, I've been receiving a harsh treatment from him ever day. If I misplace some of his belongings, he would punch my stomach, calling me a "good-for-nothing that cannot conceive". Even when I slightly called out to him while his busy, he would pull my hair and throw me in the basement, gave me a beating and lock me in it.

As days went by, I felt my heart sank deeper and deeper. Why did it turn out like this? Where did I go wrong? More and more bruises and scars were appearing all over my body. I was being tortured by own husband. It wasn't suppose to be like this. We were suppose to be in love. Madly in love.

One day, he told me he had to return home late due to some business meeting. I decided to see for myself if that were true by showing up at his office, only to find it empty. His secretary told me that he had already left and there was no meeting or whatsoever.

I frantically searched for him through out the city but it was hopeless. Not even his shadow was seen. I returned home at 2.30AM that night. The moment I opened the door to the house, there he was sitting on the armchair in the living room, his left hand clenched into a fist while his right was holding on to a cane. A cane that he uses to punish me.

As soon as he saw me, my legs trembled with fear. He immediately abused me with his cane and I fell on my knees, crying in pain from the physical torture... and my shattered heart. But that wasn't all. That perfume... I could smell it. He's given up on me, hasn't he? There is someone else, isn't there?

That night, after he fell asleep on the bed we used to make love in, I took the opportunity to search for the answers to all the questions in my head. I looked through his laptop and saw e-mails of another woman. They've been seeing each other every night... in a love hotel?

So now it makes sense. He has been an unfaithful husband. Seducing another woman while his own wife waits for his arrival at home, yet abuse her instead when he returns. I see the truth now. But... does this mean he will live me someday? No... That cannot happen. I won't allow it to happen. I may have been tortured by him, but... I... I still love him. Yes, I do. I love him so much. I smile to myself as I walked towards our bedroom, carrying out my plan to get him to stay with me. I gently wake him.

"Honey... will you wake up for a moment?"

Stab!

The next morning was very quiet. I bathed and cleaned him as well and we had our breakfast together, finally after such a long time. I placed him on his wheel chair and pushed him through the garden. I had a hard time trying to move him, he is now a corpse after all.

"Now we can be together. No one will get in the way of our love anymore. I love you and you love me-

-Till Death Do Us Part."