Ernesto got up to get a glass of water from the fridge. On his way back to the bedroom he stopped by the closed door to the laundry room. He could overhear her talking to him that man. He suspected something was up but he didn't let on not one bit. When she came to bed he smiled when she smiled kissed her goodnight when she kissed him. Then he lay in the dark waiting. When she started to snore he snuck her phone out into the hall and sat on the floor. Reading her correspondence with this other man. According to the texts they had ****** two days earlier and it felt so good she had said better than her husband. She was planning on leaving him in a week. He set her phone back on her nightstand while she snored in her sleep unaware of the storm building in her husband's head. The next day just after lunch he walked into the doctor's office where she worked the front desk. He quickly made his way through the door and behind the desk. She knew what was going down the moment she saw the look on her husband's face and the gun in his hand. "Ernesto...NO PLEASE! I didn't-" "You did." He calmly said almost whispered before firing two shots into her face breaking apart her jaw and the top of her skull it snapped off and landed on the desk brains, blood, and gore painted the computer. The entire waiting room and back office screaming & running from the building. He calmly put the gun under his chin took of a sip from his wife's thermos on the desk and pulled the trigger. He woke up in the hospital. Handcuffed to the bed face wrapped in gauze tubes & needles stuck in him. He would go on to be the most disfigured man in cell block 9. A **** shame. Things rarely turn out how you envision them. Marriages Love or ******-Suicides. It could go either way. All of it.