Romantic Homicide

watching the nurse clean my hand, and I was trying not to flinch at the

ould handle. I came on my own to the hospital, and Jake, my own husband, didn't even know I was

ew days, and she had alread

ng he'd pick, but unsurprisingly he didn't. M

ttle bit, he became so wrapped up with Isabel, his sist

re for his wife anytime she needed him, I fel

lready were and I had no one to be on my side, I heard a fami

noticed my injured hand and the tired look on my

er head. "I hate seeing him treat you this way

as she spoke, could fill a pot at this point. "Eva

just needed time to work through it, to lean on her for support. But now..." I

The way she's always clinging to him, said she wants others to think she's more

I'd noticed how Isabel always seemed to cling to Jake, acting fragile and helpless whenever

f that Jake would make it up to me. Then there was our wedding anniversary. I'd planned a special dinner, lit by candles and everything. It was supposed to be our night. But, as always, Isabel showed up, and suddenly our intim

und. My heart was cracking under the weight of these memories. I

thought... I thought maybe he'd remember that I'm his wife

t give them the right to treat you like this, and that Isabel, I'm sure she has a plan of pushing

rd us, his face filled with worry. My heart leaped in my chest, with thoughts li

he was holding in his arms. He held her so gently, treating her like a baby.

's eyes looked worried, and all his focus was entirely on her, it

d, calling out

her down and covering her with a blanket. He gently moved her hair away from her face, speaking calming words in a soft vo

ietly whispered, "He didn't even see you or hear y

the way he held her hand, the way he looked at her as if she was the only person in