All Chapters of Till death murder us apart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

As she ran, the cool breeze whipped through her hair, and the scent of freshly baked bread wafted from the nearby bakery, enticing her senses. She slowed down, her eyes scanning the street for a place to escape the pressures of her life. “ There it is 123 Lavender Lane shop 37”. That's when she saw it – a small bakery, its warm lights and inviting aroma drawing her in. She pushed open the door, and the bell above it rang out, welcoming her to a world of comfort and peace. Inside, the baker, Dave, looked up from his work, his eyes locking onto hers. Lisha felt a spark of connection, and for the first time in her life, she felt like she could be herself. “Hey, you must be Lisha judging by the wedding dress. My mom told me about you , come sit down and have something to eat”. “Dave right?”. He nodded . “ I’m not really hungry right now “. “ Nonsense I’m sure you are all worked up with all the running you did , and I took a lot of effort in making this bread, my mom told me it’s your f

Dave's mother, Gladys, had always been a kind and caring presence in his life. She had a warm smile and a comforting way about her that made everyone feel at ease, especially Lisha. When she came over to the house, Lisha couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. “Gladys?!”. “Ohh I thought I’ll be mother in law by now “ . They both hug each other with teary eyes of joy spinning each other around. As they sat down in the living room, Gladys noticed that Lisha looked troubled. "What's wrong, dear?" she asked, her voice full of concern. Lisha hesitated, unsure of how to explain the situation. But Gladys's kind eyes put her at ease, and she found herself pouring out the entire story. She told Gladys about Dave's job loss, his drinking problem, and how he had forced her to get a job. Gladys listened attentively, her expression growing more and more concerned. “I understand Dave, he’s just sad that he lost his bakery, he told me and I also understand that you might not be comfortable wi

Lisha had become desperate for freedom and escape the cruelty of her life . With being up all night she had finally made her final decision to kill her husband. She got off her bed heavy with child but she could not feel it cause her burdens were heavier and went back to Akua for help . Upon her arrival she rushed in the room without knocking, she was not scared of the bones or Akua anymore she was just full of vengeance to not focus on other things. “Akua I need your help…please”. “So rude of you to just barge in my chambers and start blasting”.“I’m so sorry, it’s an emergency “.“What do you want child?”.“I need some sort of remedy or p..poi..poison “.“For what ?“.“I found a way to end this for good , I know you said there is nothing I can do but with clear thoughts I concluded that his death will set me free , I said till death do us part hence if one of us dies then it will be over “.Akua laughed. “You are so funny do you know that , I will give something however be careful

All through the night Dave and Lisha thought of plans to destroy each other.Dave had reached a conclusion.“If you want something done right, hire a professional.” Dave proudly thought to himself. After three online searches, two suspicious phone calls, and one man who might actually have been a plumber, Dave finally found a guy, John, a cheap one for that matter who is willing to accept pay after one month as Dave didn’t have money to pay him. They met in a parked car that very night after explaining tohis beloved wife he is going to meet a friend . The man wore sunglasses. At night, excellent.“You want someone gone,” the hitman said.Dave nodded seriously. “My wife.”“Say no more.”They shook hands. The hitman promised he would come to the house tomorrow evening and ‘handle it’. “Tomorrow then Dave , ohh another one of my clients calling , people are sure hiring me these days , I guess I’m the best … really I am “ Meanwhile… Lisha coincidentally has the same idea . She took the o

The delivery room had gone quiet in that strange, sacred way it sometimes does after chaos. Machines still hummed. Nurses moved softly. But the storm had passed. A new sound filled the air.A baby’s cry.Lisha lay back against the pillows, hair damp, chest rising and falling like she had just climbed a mountain barefoot. For hours she had breathed through pain, squeezed hands, fought fear. Now all of it faded into the background because the nurse placed a small, warm bundle against her chest.Their baby.For a second Lisha didn’t move. She just stared, as if her heart needed to confirm what her eyes were seeing.“Hi,” she whispered, her voice breaking open. “Hi, my love.”The baby wriggled, angry at the cold world, then settled when she heard Lisha’s heartbeat — the same rhythm she had known for months. Tiny fingers opened and closed against her mother’s skin.Lisha laughed and cried at the same time. “I know that sound,” she murmured. “You know me.”Across the bed, Dave stood frozen.