Murdered By My Wife: A Second Chance

The cold knife twisted in my chest, a shocking contrast to the warmth of my own blood soaking through my shirt.

My wife, Nicole, stood over me, her face a mess of drunken rage and tears.

"It' s all your fault," she screamed, blaming me for her childhood friend Ryan' s suicide years ago – the man she truly loved.

As the world faded to black, the last thing I saw was her face, twisted with a grief that had never been for me.

The pain was unbearable, the betrayal absolute, yet I died knowing she never truly loved me, only the phantom of a lost love.