She unsheathes her dagger and holds it against her husband's neck with an empty expression.
Her true lover walks from the shadows.
Her husband flails with anger at the sight of him.
"Is he making you do this, Eliza? What has he promised you that I could not give you?"
She smiles softly. "Love," she whispers.
"I've given you love!"
Her expression hardens. "No, you haven't. You treat me as a toy. He treats me as a human being. He gives me true love. You do only for yourself. He lives, you die."
"Don't do this, love."
"Don't call me your love," she spat.
"You'll regret this. This won't end happily."
She smiles. "There's only one way to find out. Farewell, darling"
And with that, she slits his throat, his blood reflecting in her blank eyes.
Her lover rushes to her side and collects her in his arms and kisses her.
"You did the right thing, darling."
But he can't read her thoughts, so he doesn't hear her think to herself, "but did I?"
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Collection Of Dark POVs. Vol. 1
Short Story''Darling, if your looks could kill, this ballroom would suffer a massacre,'' he mutters, the corners of his lips lifting. You smirk. ''Ah, but where's the fun in doing it that way.''
