After Eight Years of Marriage, You Want to Kill Me?

"Stop fucking struggling," he shouted at me angrily.

"You're not going to make it."

My mind went blank. My hands clutched a dead vine hanging over the cliff as I stared in disbelief at the man I'd lived with for eight years.

In all our years of marriage, I'd never seen his eyes so cold.

"W-why?" I asked in a trembling, tearful voice.

"Our daughter! Think about our daughter!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.