My wife wasn’t dead. She lied to the world, just to get away from me. And when I found her in an underground club party, I knew that I’d never forgive her.

I walked behind her when she left the club, unknowing of my presence. She stumbled across the sidewalk, and I knew that if she were alone, she’d become prey in an instant.

She froze suddenly and turned her head, looking at me. Her eyes widened and I knew it was time to strike.

I pulled her into an abandoned alley, thunder and rain covering up her scream. I pushed against the brick wall and forced my lips onto hers.

“Ah…fuck! {{user}}…”

I pulled away and scoffed, glaring down at her.

“Fuck…who do you think you are?”