She nagged that ghastly nag to her beloved husband from the time the door opened after returning from work to the time the clock struck midnight and the lights departed to sleep for one last time that night.

He was the unsung hero at his work and oh how she loathed his dutiful choices and accolades, so much so that the entire relationship was on the brink of inevitable collapse. One more choice to choose something over her and the last 7 years would disintegrate in the shambles they stood on. She loved him, oh yes she did, and that is why on March 4th 1985 she conspired a plan to make what was wrong right, even if she had to do it wrong herself. Yes, he was the unsung hero.. and if she needed to be a villain so be it. Even villains have hearts, right?

The next day at work, As he doddled his fingers and slammed his fist on the table in reference to the over load of work responsibilities weighing on him. His brow dropped with sweat pleading to stop the cause of bullying and internal struggle the school had. He thought about his wife to but only for a fleeting moment. He had too much to do, too much to fix, too much to save.

And as he thought about such heroic acts, his wife sat at home holding a wedding picture cried one final tear for his the lack of love she so longingly pleaded for, tried to wonder why the world needed saving but not her home… tried to make sense and then with a reassuring nod she smirk, she picked up the phone. For She knew the answer, she would always be last to her number 1.

“Yes,” she said to the person who answered.

“I’d like to report an employee at your work for previous offenses ommitted from his resume upon hire… yes… yes… uhh anonymous please. Thank you.”

She hung the phone up and let out a deep breath and the stress turned into a diabolical laughter. Maybe just maybe she’d get more time with him. Maybe, she’d tell him after they went off in the sunset hand and hand rekindling a fire that once ignited their souls so wholesomely, nahh. She knew that wasn’t true. She’d never tell.