The knife sliced through the carrots with a satisfying crunch, clinking sharply against the glass cutting board.
She imagined the carrots to be fingers, and it made her feel slightly better.
But only until Ben got home.
He set his briefcase on the counter like he always did, huffing as he shrugged out of his coat and unbuttoned his collar.
She turned around to face him, knife still in hand.
"This again?" he asked.
"I went to you for help, and you blew me off!"
"Babe—"
"Don't 'babe' me. I'm pissed at you."
He raised his hands in submission. "Alright. I screwed up. I'm sorry. Can we just—"
"No. I don't want to look at you right now."
So quickly that she didn't even time to draw a breath, Ben came onto her, twisting the hand that held the knife until her bones screamed and her fingers unclenched.
He held her there against the counter while dozens of scenarios flashed through her mind, each one as terrifying as the last.
But then he released her, stepped away. "Lucky for you, I'm going out with some coworkers tonight. If you're really lucky, I'll stay out all night. Maybe I'll just find somewhere else to shack up. Maybe I'll find someone—"
"Don't." She just barely held back her tears. "Don't play that game with me. You're a b*stard. A real sick b*stard."
"So I've been told." He brushed a strand of her hair away from her face and she shuddered. "Be a good girl, Michelle. You don't want to play with me."
He picked up his briefcase again and then he was gone.
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HUNT
Mystery / Thriller***Sequel to HUSH*** Three years after murdering his wife and two children, Bennett Rhodes is still on the loose. The case goes cold, with no sightings and no new murders. However, Detective Mick Lancaster knows that Rhodes is still out there, bidin...
