He woke up later than usual; his wife didn’t wake him up because it was a Saturday morning. The sun was shining but looked dim in the all white interior of the house. His eyesight was partially blurry; it was going to be a good day. As he started walking down the stairs, he heard his wife’s voice.
He saw her in the kitchen doorway, and she was talking but now her words were blurred as if she was whispering. It sounded like she was telling someone to leave, so then he decided to further investigate so he went out the very quietly.
Then he creped up to the window and saw his best friend. Then what he saw next set him into a rage. His wife and friend started kissing! So he tore through the door next to the windows, and started yelling, there was shoving and then the best friend decked him in the face and the husband got knocked to the floor. The husband then reached into a drawer and grabbed a gun. BANG! He shot his wife.
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