“Can you tell me more about that? I want to understand you better.”
Hugo grimaced and jumped up. His eyes looked lost, almost like he’d forgotten where he was for a second. He looked at me, his blonde hair hanging in front of his face and his blue eyes lost in whatever memory he was reliving.
“I was a good man once. I had a wife and daughter. I took care of them and they wanted for nothing. Then one day I get home from work and find my wife in bed with another man. I never saw his face because I was too busy beating him to death to even look. Then I turned on her.” Hugo confessed as I listened in utter shock.
“There were never any warning signs. She kissed me every day before I went to work and let me f**k her as much as I asked for. Not one sign that she was untrue. She pleaded with me
