Shawn Stevenson, the happiest man alive, all his hard work at work was paying off, the money was just rolling in, and now that his old boss passed away recently, he was now the new CEO of the company, that is, his company.
He was driving home in his Mercedes, filled with excitement, and couldn't wait to tell his wife the news. A beautiful and fit women, who he loved dearly, she was probably working out with her personal trainer right now.
Shawn drove up a mountain, where his house laid, rather fast. He was focused and determined to get home as fast as possible. Arriving, he braked with a screech. Exiting the car, with a skip to his walk, he came to the door of his magnificent house, a rather adorned home.
He was driving home in his Mercedes, filled with excitement, and couldn't wait to tell his wife the news. A beautiful and fit women, who he loved dearly, she was probably working out with her personal trainer right now.
Shawn drove up a mountain, where his house laid, rather fast. He was focused and determined to get home as fast as possible. Arriving, he braked with a screech. Exiting the car, with a skip to his walk, he came to the door of his magnificent house, a rather adorned home.
Opening the door to his house, Shaun noticed an extra pair of shoes on the floor. With the champagne bottle and two glasses in his hand, he wiggled his shoes off and entered the living room. A confused face springs to Shaun's face to see a mans shirt on the chair in the dining room. He calls out to his wife Julie "Honey? Where are you baby?" He gets no respond back. Shaun moves toward their bedroom thinking she is asleep. As he reaches the door he hears soft moans. Shaun's heart is racing as he approaches the room. Looking through a crack from the door he sees his wife and another man having sex under the sheets. He quickly hits his back against the wall in shock. Julie rushes up and whispers to the man "Oh my god! I think my husbands home." Suddenly Shaun kicks the door open and charges the man with the bootle in hand. His arm swings at the mans head creating a bloody gape in his head. Then flung back his hand to his wife without a thought. A moment of realization struck Shaun as he saw it was the personal trainer that he had killed. Shaun simply turned without expression and went to grab the gasoline tank.
Shaun hadn't thought that his beautiful wife would ever lead him into such a situation. He had watched his wife walk down the aisle in her little white dress, a bouquet of red and pink roses in one hand and her father in the other.
"I, Julie Browning, take this man as my lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, till death do us part." Julie looked up at Shaun and smiled, her eyes gleaming.
The pastor smiled at the two of them, touched the couple on the shoulders and said, "You may kiss the bride."
Shaun slowly poured the gasoline around the bedroom and directly into the mouth of his wife's cold, lifeless body. He walked downstairs and made a trail of gasoline from the fireplace to the kitchen and then down to the basement. He picked up the matches and lighters from the kitchen drawer and took them to the bedroom. As he sparked the lighter, he shook his head at his dead wife and dropped it right into her mouth, burning the voice that lied to him.
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