After Disassembling My Boyfriend

My first love, the boyfriend I'd been dating for eight years, broke up with me.

Standing beside me, he listed all the things he disliked about me, going on about how hard it had been to spend all these years with me. Finally, he said in a tone that brooked no argument, "Since you've been with me for eight years, let's part on good terms. You have one day to pack. Move out tomorrow."

I found him annoying, so I casually slit his throat with the kitchen knife in my hand.

My technique was clean and precise. Within minutes, he stopped moving.

Honestly, what was wrong with this man? Had no one ever taught him not to bother a woman who's chopping vegetables?

[Reading Guide]

1. A short bedtime read

2. The main story is told in third person

Theme: Good is rewarded with good, and evil with evil