Part 1: Mark

On our third date my wife told me she had no friends. It was dark and quiet and she spoke the words softly. We sat together in a car park, not touching each other. The less she let me touch her, the closer to her I felt.

It was slightly too warm in the car and her face was shiny from the heat. It gave her a serene glow, like a child, and I couldn’t picture anyone not liking her. She was sweet and quiet and poised and I’ll always remember that moment because it was the moment that I fell for her. Her cheek was slightly damp and I was moved by this show of emotion. I felt love cramping my stomach.


I am going to kill that bitch.

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