I woke up this morning and noticed immediately that something wasn’t right.. I kicked the covers off of me as I started to look around my room for what ever seemed off. I looked inside my closet, underneath my bed, behind my dresser. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but what ever it may of been, I needed to find it..

The dreadful feeling of something off has been eating at me slowly as I kept looking around the room for what it was. I looked over at my husband, maybe he knew. I tapped on his shoulder, “Hey, hon. Mind helping me find something really quick? I think I might’ve lost something..”

No response.

I straightened my back as I looked over at his glass of water, his empty glass of water as I let a small smirk spread across my face. The poison worked a lot faster than I thought it would.

I let out a small shriek as I look up at the cameras above our bed, running out of the bedroom as I start to dial 911.

My heart ached for my dead husband, but I knew he should’ve never left with that woman last night. Hopefully my next husband won’t do the same thing as the other men.