Ididitforyou Stories

My name isn't important I am 25 years old. Two years ago I killed my husband, well I thought I did..

Someone cleared their throat from the corner. Sophie looked up in tears. "Go away! I have had enough drama from the past few days!." She yelled. "Show me the mark," Keefe said. "Please." Hesitantly Sophie rolled up her sleeve and showed Keefe the red mark on her arm. "Who did this?" Keefe asked, his voice mixed with rage and panic. "You didn't cut yourself. Right?" "Of course not!" Sophie exclaimed. "It was..." "Who?" Keefe pushed. "Fitz."

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