I Heard Love Came Back

My husband says I am his life, and that losing me would mean losing his reason to live.

My lover says I am his sunshine, and that if he ever lost me, his life would slowly wither away.

But arsenic lurks behind the sweetness. The man who was whispering sweet nothings just moments ago had already been harboring murderous intentions.

I may not post much with each update, but I’ll do my best to update every day.