Claudia POV
As I kept staring at my sleeping husband, a small voice in my head whispered that he was most vulnerable right now—that he wouldn't be able to struggle if I attacked him.
'And if I kill him now, then I can finally end my misery, right?'
The voice continued, whispering devilish yet tempting words in my head, and I found myself drowning in the idea of ending it all right here, right now. There's nothing else in this world that I need to look forward to anyway…
So I walked toward the sleeping Miles and grabbed a kitchen knife along the way.
The knife was sharp. I knew that very well, because I used it every day in the kitchen, sharpening it whenever I had to. I always made sure it was sharp enough to cut through anything, even the thick skin on a man's neck.
