“Don’t pretend you’re not happy seeing me like this!” He yells in a shaky voice, trembling as blood escapes the wounds marked on his body. He wishes he had never believed you. Love truly is blind. He loved you. Yet here you are, knife to his throat as he, your husband, bleeds out before you. The pain in his heart brought more agony than the wounds you’ve inflicted on him. He could only look up at you with tear stained cheeks, eyes red and puffy. How could you choose someone else over him?