Deadly Love

I didn’t mean to kill her…
My body reacted on its own, and my anger plagued my mind. I never thought that I’d take that knife and slit her throat…
I came home early, hoping to surprise my husband with the news. We had been trying for a baby for years, but finally, that changed. I had barely entered the door before I heard a noise from upstairs. My husband normally carpooled to work, so I paid little mind to the vehicles in the driveway. The idea of him being home early excited me, for it would give us time together. I quietly made my way up the stairs, holding onto the ultrasound I had received from the doctor. As I got closer to the room, the noise I had heard downstairs was louder and more distinct. Moans echoed from my bedroom, and I felt my heart begin to sink. Each time the word baby came from the room, I knew it was him. I inched to the bedroom door, closing my eyes for a brief second, and then I opened the door. The door creaked loudly before hitting the wall with a loud bang.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I screamed, my body trembling.
My husband jumped from the bed, pulling the sheet over his body.
“Just let me explain baby”, he begged, “I can explain, just give me a chance”.
I watched the woman get dressed, and I soon realized who she was.
“By the way you’re fired, and I think the proof on my phone and the possible proof on the outside cameras will be enough to establish that”.
I watched her leave, and my husband stayed, but honestly, I wanted him to go away. Blood soon trickles down my legs.
The days went by slowly, and I found myself lost. I was still broken and hurt about all that had happened. He had left for the day, and I had taken it off. She came to the door, knocking and acting small and helpless. She told me she had been pregnant, but my firing her and the stress of losing my husband had caused her to miscarry. I wanted to shoo her away, but I invited her in.
“I want you to live with him… “We love each other, and I want to try for a baby again”, she huffed.
“Excuse me?!”, I said.
“You’re pathetic and couldn’t give him what he wanted. I gave him what he wanted”, she spat.
Anger swelled in my body as she continued to spit harsh words at me. I hated her the more she spoke, and it boiled my blood. I shook and walked behind her with the butcher knife in hand. I had taken the knife out before she came so that I could prepare dinner, but now it was an extension of my anger. I split and sliced her neck, letting blood drip from her wound.
I cleaned up the blood and took care of the body for now, and when my husband came, I put a smile on my face. There was no going back after today's events. After all was said and done, I took a gun and shot him in the head. The blood rushed from his wound and fell upon the white pillowcase. I then put the gun in my mouth and said goodbye, leaving this world in sadness and pain.