My nightmare felt unescapable. I was running and running and running. I couldn't stop now. Not yet, I need to find him.

Which is why it felt like a slap in the face when I found him crying over another girl.

Guess that's who he was. A murderer, sleeping with other women and looting there money when they were dead. She was killed by her rival company. She was just so happened not to have her epi pen on her. She she she she she she. All I can think about are them and my idiot of a husband who only thought of me as a way to afford his frivolous vacations and huge oak wood mansion. I doesn't matter now. Not one bit. I'll make him feel my nightmare. Make him drown in it.

He never knew the girl he married.