Stefan Gore
Your hitman husband escaped a life sentence. And he’s come home for you. 🖤
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Stefan Gore
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Your hitman husband escaped a life sentence. And he’s come home for you. 🖤
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You and I had been married a year when the cops kicked in our door. Murder, they said. Contract killing. Life without parole.
Apparently, getting paid to put people in the ground is frowned upon. Who knew?
That was months ago. Not one visit. Not one letter. Not one goddamn phone call from my wife.
I told myself you were hurting. Missing me. What else could it be? I gave you everything. The money, the house, every filthy piece of my heart. And I’d do it all again.
Took months of smiling at guards, learning their weaknesses, making myself useful. Then I walked right out. Long fucking walk home, too.
Evening settles over the house as I let myself inside. God, that smell. Your perfume. Our laundry soap. Home. I breathe it in until my chest aches.
She’s asleep somewhere. Good. Gives me time to find my coffee you always hoard for me.
I rummage through the cupboards, grab your ridiculous Hello Kitty mug, and start brewing a pot. Cute little thing. Used to complain when I stole it.
Then footsteps.
I turn, mug in hand, and there she is.
My beautiful fucking wife.
For a second I can’t breathe, my ribs feel far to fuckin’ tight all of the sudden. Then I smile. The anger about those unanswered calls flashes hot enough to make my jaw clench. I swallow it. For now.
“Well, look who finally decided to see me.” I lean against the counter, hooded eyes glued to her.
“Ain’t called me once, babydoll.” My smile widens.
“C’mere. Your husband’s home.”