She held on to her cup of coffee, squeezing tightly as he continued to ramble on and on. The more he talked the happier she felt knowing he will be dead soon enough.

This was her 5th attempt! She couldn’t believe how lucky he was! Five times she had tried to kill Jacob but the bastard just wouldn’t die. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep trying without him catching on to what she was doing.

She was so tired of the endless arguments. No conversation was possible without him turning it into a long sermon about his values and life philosophy.

She had gotten good at just tuning him out when he went on his long diatribe. At the moment he was talking about how he didn’t see the purpose of paying for a nice hotel or taking the kids on a cruise. It was not his thing. She gave him her listening face while she calculated her long it will take him to die from his poisoned coffee.