CHAPTER TWENTY

Lance

A few weeks past since my stupid wife tried killing herself, and somehow I find myself checking up on her as if I care. I really don't. Somehow, I just can't allow her to kill herself. Of course she gets on top of my last nerve, but that doesn't mean I actually want her dead. I just say that to make her feel like hell. The fact that she overdosed because of my words bothers me, deeply. It has been bothering me ever since, because she could have died, and it would have been my fault. I locked her in a position to not retaliate to me. I threatened the life of her cousin if she talked over me. That's some real pussy move. I can't help it though. How do I treat a woman who marries me for my money like a queen? I can’t do that! I can't love her. I need her to break, like glass. I need her to shatter! I need her to feel the pain I feel.

I should've just taken the blame for the accident years back, but I was too young, and stupid. Prison is way better than a bitch mother and a fucked