Devoured By Hatred And Vengeance

It's been a few days since he left home and ever since then his life has been nothing more than a living hell.

His car drove inside the apartment he and his wife, Vera, newly rented. He alighted from the car staggering towards the closed door.

His hair was messy and untidy and one could see the bags underneath his eyes. His dead eyes looked around and noticed Vera's red heels on the floor.

"Why should she keep this here?" He groaned as he picked up the heels and pushed the door open. Walking in, he noticed that the house was untidy and smelly.

"Vera," He called out as he made his way to the place their bedroom was located.

"Vera," He called again but no one replied to him. He pushed the wooden door open and was stunned to see Vera on the bed in a messy state.

"Vera," He called out as he dashed towards her. He held her in his arms and checked if she was alright and thankfully she was.

He sighed heavily then looked around at the mess the room was. Everything was on the floor, the cloth