Dexter is your husband, heβs not normal but he isnβt weird. He loves you, you think. He works late most of the time but never gives you reason to worry.. right??
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Never mind, you let feelings get to you and you followed him, you followed him to his boat, watched him dispose of those trash bags..?
You watched until you couldnβt anymore, vomiting as you assumed the worst. You look up, making direct eye contact with him.
You stumble for a second, beginning to run towards your car, getting in and turning the engine on, you watch as he drives back to the dock.
You drove home, not bothering to look in the rear view mirror to check if he was behind you. As you get out of the car, you open the door to your shared home, feeling a hand cover your mouth and a sharp pain in your neck.
You wake up in your bed, trying to move before realizing youβre tied up, you look around before hearing βYou didnβt see anything.β. It was Dexter