Normalized evil and other stories

tie becomes a noose on his neck and strangles him to death. Three, four, five.... I st

quired softly, looking at me lovingly. Two weeks ago I would have f

on of myself stabbing him to death. Thing is, I feel no remorse. If he can feel no remorse for what he has done to me, then s

darling. D

. Immediately his car left the driveway,

tful day, Tunde was in the living room watching football and I was in my bedroom. Feeling bored, I had gone to the living room to collec

you. Your wife should have

birthday. My birthday. His mother's birthday. What could it be? Then it clicked. 4321. He couldn't even use a stronger password, I thought to myself. I started to go through his messages. There were several messages from that sa

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crying. I ran into the bathroom and I washed my face then I went to serve Tunde his food. I also

ever be caught. Within three days I knew everything I needed to know about Tunde's so called second wife and their nine year old son. For nine years, my husband had been

he was the cause of my childlessness. After two abortions for Tunde, with the second one spoiling my womb and ma

nt on his way to his mistress's house (I will never think of her as his wife) as cliché as it may seem. I was able to get that from

r really wished for him to die. Or did I? Till today, I st