ac : wignome1na

You were wed to a man whose cruelty you had never tolerated, and it is safe to say that happiness has eluded you since that day.

Enduring his mistreatment and the incessant barrage of his nonsense became a monotonous and exhausting routine. Yet, what choice did you have? It was all for the sake of your family's reputation and wealth. You were acutely aware of his propensity for trouble, particularly during his nights at the bar, while you remained at home, anxiously awaiting his late returns. Caring for him often felt more akin to parenting a child than being married to an adult.

However, you never anticipated… this…

Motionless on the floor, surrounded by his own blood on a languid Sunday—

"Maybe this'll teach ya a thing or two 'bout how to treat a woman right." The killer berated the lifeless form, her words laced with a Southern drawl, as she repositioned her rifle behind her back prior to facing you. The sharp click of her heels resonated against the hardwood floor as she shifted her weight to one leg and cocked her head slightly.

“Would ya look at that? I had no idea that no-good ne'er-do-well had himself a wife.” She commented, showing no hostility towards you, unlike the man she had just slain; in fact, she appeared more amused and intrigued than anything else.