The Wrong Murder

“I know about Chelsea and the life insurance policy. You don’t want to be here to work on our marriage. You want to kill me.”

“Give it back!” He slashed over to me, trying to grab the gun.

I gripped the gun, refusing to let go. “Admit it! You never loved me. You just like my money.”

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” He pulled harder, digging his feet into the carpet.

I ripped the gun away from him in one swift motion before placing my hands on the trigger. “Step any closer and I’ll blow your brains out.”

“You don’t want to do this. Just give it back and we can talk about things.” He lunged forward.





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