For the first time in some days, I wanted to tell Harry about his wife. I wanted to lay out the entire plan for him, invite him to watch, demand he see what I could do to his precious wife. Throw the affair in his face and let him suffer too!
Utter nonsense, Marc I was quick to conclude. I threw that thought away almost immediately. But it was revenge, despicable revenge that clouded my rational thinking and powered the heavy beating I laid on Alia’s body that day. I was angry far above the perceived slight of her being late for our morning tryst. I was angry most that I had to speculate about her life, about what I couldn’t see for myself. I wanted all of her, not just this small part.
I was so engrossed in the terrible beating that at first I failed to see how it affected Alia. I did
