I hurried home, but I was too late. My wife was in bed with her lover and there was nothing left for me to do.
I murdered him and wept for hours.Crying,asking my wife how she could do this to me. Cutting myself with a steak knife to show that her infidelity hurt me more than anything I could ever do to myself.
In the end I forced her to swallow enough of my own blood that she died. In the end the last meal I ever prepared for my wife was my own sorrow.
