Fatally Her PT4
Until death do us part.
That’s what she said that’s what she said all of those years ago, now she was leaving their house.
He wasn’t dead, he wasn’t dead yet.
“What’s the problem?” He asked. “How could you forget our vows?”
“I didn’t forget them… I just never meant them!” Her words cut him deep. She seared his soul.
She was un-regrettably cold!
She gave him all of those years and he wasted them.
She was finished! She was leaving – on to someone better. She slid the ring off of her ring finger.
She admired it. “This used to be so opulent… Now, it’s just plain.”
The million-dollar ring she dropped it!
Ugh! she was so disrespectful.
He never knew that she had these feelings, he believed that all was good?
He was astonished, he was appalled, he was hurt, but he was a man with pride. He looked into her eyes. After all of these years, he finally peeped the fraud.
The lies, she had him fooled, for all of these years she stood beside him feigning honor.
“Bitch!” he spat “Don’t you ever forget I paid your way!” He curled his lips into a mug.
The deception was gut wrenching… she lied to his heart. Now his pride, she attempted to assault. “Leave bitch through the back way, and everything that my money paid for must stay!”
He shot her a murderous smile, just in-case she forgot who he was.
She gave him her back glamorously, and threw a disaffected glance over her shoulder as she strode away. She didn’t give a fuck about nothing he had to say!
“You can have these rags” she sang. Throwing the mink that was on her back to the floor.
“you’re an ungrateful whore!”
She laughed unaffected. “This is what you asked for.”
He created this snobbishness, he created a monster in her… his wife. He gave her a life meant for a Queen. He brung her dreams to fruition, now in his face, she was spitting.
His heart was broke, for all of these years she played with his feelings.
He still couldn’t believe it… she had to be playing a game. “Are you serious!?”
“So serious!” She gave a rude reply to a polite question.
“You used to be so lean… You lost your shape!” She looked him up and down. “Disgusting!”
He was fattening, and balding. He lost his step and his vigor.
“You used to be a killer… what happened?” She knew what happened to him: he got soft on her, country clubs, and golf on her.
“Til death do us part… yeah that’s what I said, but the gangster I married in you is dead.”
He snatched her by her hair, and put two fingers up to her temple.”Bitch I’ll kill you!”
No he wouldn’t, she knew he wouldn’t, he lost his footing. He didn’t even realize that she stepped out of his home, and began sleeping with another nigga.
He lost his touch, he was done-up “Nigga you ain’t killing nothing!” She snatched away.
He grimaced “You leave here with nothing!” Kill her it wasn’t in him. She was the love of his life. Now he was confused, his heart was screaming love, his mind was screaming murder. All because, for all of these years her heart wasn’t his.
She was insincere.
A deceitful hoe!
His wife… he was under the impression that they were living the life.
Dam! He was betrayed she broke the code of trust. A crime that was judged by the gun.
She took off the caliber RM. Richard Mille watch.
“What about our son?” He asked
She laughed. He didn’t get it. She was done with them. She was moving on. The new plan: Her and her new man living life, hopping yachts, ducking the cops.
She wanted her Ex-husband to teach her how to murder, but he ain’t hear her. Now, she was fucking with a real killer. Somebody who was willing to listen.
“Tell that little boy I’m missing”
The Tiffany earrings she took them off, at his feet, they were tossed.
This bitch was crazy! “You know you’re fucking with a real boss!” He snapped…

Published by korymcclary1221

My name is Kory McClary, I am 34 years old. I am currently serving a lengthy sentence at the New Jersey State prison in Trenton, New Jersey. I am fighting for my freedom so that I may return to my family and loved ones. Yet, I know that it is a long, tough, and bitter battle to achieve that goal. But, with the grace of God Almighty, and for the sake of my family, I will fight on. I am using this blog as a medium to enhance my voice and to bring awareness to my unfair condition leading out of my unjust conviction. While spending almost all of my time in a cell, I chose to write so that I may voice the reality of my situation, because without awareness there can never be Justice...! To escape the harsh reality of prison, I use the pen to release my frustrations. I use the pen to manifest my imagination. And, most of all, I use the pen to Fight. I am fighting for my Life! Just by reading Kory McClary's Blog, you are giving my plight and my word's a voice. Thank you. Please, stay tuned...

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