Richard

While I was working in my office, my wife came there.

Tell me, love

I asked softly.Gently, she said,

It’s my friend’s birthday today. May I go?

I nodded my head.

Go, love. Be careful.

She kissed my cheek and said, Thank you. Come and pick me up at eight

and then she left.Two hours later, after checking the time, I went there.She was lying unconscious on the couch. Beside her stood a man — her friend. I knew very well that he was her friend.

What happened to my wife?

I asked quietly, forcing my voice to stay calm and noticed that he is little nervous.He smiled, paused for a moment as if thinking, and then said.

um...She drank too much. That’s all.

I nodded silently and gently lifted her into my arms.In that moment, I sensed it — he was hiding something.I leaned close to her ear and whispered,

Don’t think we will forgive you just because you drank.

Saying that, I carefully laid her down in my car and drove home.Once there, I slowly placed her on the bed and reached for the blanket to cover her.

Why are still not waking up?

I murmured.

That was when shock struck me like lightning.My hands began to tremble.From between her thighs down to her feet, I saw blood —streaming, soaking, unmistakably real.