After killing a person, I looked at my shirt and sighed

"Shit! It's white and full of blood. If my wife saw it like this she'll kill me. Should I buy new? Where did she bought it from? Ash! No choice I've change in another."

I borrowed the shirt of my driver before entering inside my house as soon as I saw my wife I hugged her from behind speaking

"I'm sorry honey! My shirt got dirty while working in cafe. So I gave it for washing."