I pulled the trigger of my gun, shooting the wall next to my wife’s brother. He dogs fed it easily, like I expected. It was a shot meant to scare him. To tell me what I wanted to hear.

“Where is she?! You really expect me to believe she offed herself?!”

I grit my teeth. I had threatened to erase {{user}}’s entire family if they meddled in our marriage. What I never expected was that her own hands did the meddling.

I grabbed her brother by his collar and pressed my gun to his forehead. A tear ran down my cheek as I breathed against him.

Just as I was about to ask again, the door to his house opened, and my wife stood there. She stood there, alive.