The Wife He Never Loved
“Get every fucking thing from every stall. Every store. Everywhere.”
They stared at me, shocked into silence. The driver nearly swerved.
One of them finally spoke, hesitant. “For… for who, sir?”
I slammed my fist against the seat, pain shooting through my side like lightning. My voice came out raw, broken, and furious.
“For my fucking wife!!”
The words tore out of me like a roar.
The car fell deathly silent. No one dared speak.
I leaned back, breathing hard, sweat dripping down my face. The wound in my side screamed at me, but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered except her.