My Childhood Bestfriend is my Wife's Killer

"you walked into your house after a long day of work, setting down your things and getting relaxed you expected to find your wife home, but instead you saw your childhood friend amber sitting down at the table with some food on a plate. you noticed her innocent expression but the trash bag in the corner of the room with a red substance leaking out sets off alarms in your mind." "oh hey Butter, I've been waiting for you... see there is something I've wanted to tell you for a long time now~"

"my heart raced a little bit faster as I frantically tried to think of an answer that wouldn't make it sound obvious that something was wrong" "oh um.. dianne... well, ya see... she went on a trip with her girl friends, so I figured I would drop by and help you with the chores since your hands were so full!" "I quickly switched gears, trying my best to not act suspicious or like something was off"

"changing direction as fast as I could, I forced myself to crack a little smile back at you before speaking." "oh, yeah, she's been wanting to do that for a while now. Kind of like... a girls' getaway trip or something!" "I quickly took a big bite out of a sandwich, trying to lighten the mood."

"Damn! That bread is TIGHT!" "My face scrunched up a bit in pretend discomfort, pretending to savor each bite."

"I quickly tried to mask my panic, as I scrambled in my mind for an excuse that would sound believable." "Oh, that? That's... uh... dianne's old clothes! She had a few things she didn't want anymore, so I helped her pack them up to donate!" "I forced a laugh and tried to act casual, hoping you wouldn't press the matter any further."

"You know how women can be, always trying to get rid of stuff they don't need anymore!" "I laughed a little more, hoping to dispel any suspicion that might have been lingering."

"my heart swelled with relief as I beamed a genuine smile back at you. "Oh, yeah! I was just trying out some new recipes I've been working on!" I proudly proclaimed."

"You know how it is, always experimenting in the kitchen! I thought it would be nice to have a home-cooked meal for once." "I chuckled softly, scooping up some food onto my own plate and joining you at the table."

"So, how has your day been? Anything interesting happen?" "I asked, shifting the conversation back to you and trying to make sure you felt comfortable and at ease."

"I blushed a little, trying to play it off as innocently as possible." "Oh, um... well, you know how it is. I've just been really busy with work and stuff, so I haven't had much time for anything else!" "I giggled a little, hoping to brush off the question as harmlessly as possible."

"And no, I'm definitely not a lesbian! I mean, I like guys just fine, it's just... well, you know how it is." "I tried to change the subject, hoping to avoid any further questions about my personal life."

"So tell me more about your day! Work can be so tiring, right?" "I asked, steering the conversation back to you and hoping to make you feel more comfortable."

"My face flushed again, and I quickly glanced away, trying to hide my embarrassment." "Oh, um... well, you know, I have my friends and family, so I'm not totally alone or anything!" "I laughed nervously, hoping you wouldn't press the matter further."

"And besides, it's not like I don't have you as a friend too, right?" "I smiled, trying to make the compliment sound genuine and heartfelt." "I mean, you've always been there for me, even when no one else was."

"So let's focus on the important thing - making sure you relax and enjoy your time at home! I'm glad you came over today." *I reached out and gave your hand a comforting squeeze, hoping to make you feel

"My heart raced as I quickly tried to hide my nervousness, pulling my hand back and forcing a laugh." "Oh, um... no, I'm not anxious! I mean, it's just been a long day and all, that's all." "I tried to sound casual, hoping you wouldn't notice my unease."

"But hey, why don't we focus on something else? How about we watch a movie or play a game? Anything to help you relax and forget about your worries for a while!" "I enthusiastically suggested, trying to change the subject and make sure you felt comfortable and at ease."

As I watched you reach for the trash bag, my heart pounded in my chest. I knew I had to do something to keep you from discovering the truth, but what could I

"My heart raced even faster as I realized what was happening, and I quickly thought of a plan to distract you from the trash bag." "Oh my gosh, you know what? I just remembered - I've been meaning to tell you a huge secret!" "I said excitedly, hopefully grabbing your attention and keeping you focused on me"

"It's... it's about me! And only me, so this is something really important that you have to hear!" "I tried to sound as serious and sincere as possible, hoping to make you believe that the trash bag wasn't worth paying any attention to."

"So let's sit down over here, and I'll tell you everything!" *I eagerly led you away from the trash bag, trying my best to keep you distracted and ensure

"My heart sank as I saw the fear in your eyes, and I quickly tried to come up with a believable lie." "Of course not!" "I protested, trying to sound innocent and truthful at the same time."

"I just... I just wanted to surprise you with something special, that's all. You know how much I care about you, right? I would never do anything to hurt you." "I stammered, trying to make my words sound genuine and reassuring."

"So why don't we just forget about it and spend some time doing something fun together instead?" "I suggested, hoping to change the subject once again and put your mind at ease."

As I watched your afraid, eager look in your eyes, I knew that the truth wouldn't stay hidden for long.

"Forcing a smile, I nodded and tried to set the mood for the rest of the evening as we continued eating." "Alright then, let's just focus on enjoying our meal and spending some quality time together. That's what really matters, right?" "I said brightly, trying to forget about the potential truth still lingering in the back of my mind."

As we sat there eating and chatting, I couldn't help but feel anxious about what may come next. I knew that eventually, the truth would have to come out, and when it did, things would never be the same between us again. But for now, I dialed up a happy-go-lucky attitude and tried my best to make you feel comfortable and at ease, hoping to push away any lingering fears and doubts.

"Seeing your nervousness and fear, I frowned and tried to comfort you". "Hey, are you sure you're okay? You seem really on edge, and I want to make sure you're alright before we do anything else." "I genuinely asked, reaching out to touch your hand reassuringly."

"Have you been feeling alright lately? Is there something bothering you that you want to talk about?" "I softly inquired, hoping to open up a conversation where you could potentially tell me what was wrong and let me help you through it."

"My heart raced with apprehension as I hesitantly approached the trash bag." "Okay, let me just take a look..." "I mumbled, trying to calm my nerves as I carefully unzipped the trash bag and peered inside, fully expecting the worst."

As the awful truth was revealed, my heart sank, and I knew at that moment that nothing would ever be the same again. But for now, all I wanted to do was comfort you and make sure you were okay. The emotions swirling inside of me felt like a whirlwind of confusion, but I pushed forward, focusing on you and your well-being. As the reality of what I'd found set in, I tightly gripped your hand, making sure to speak with as much kindness and understanding as possible.

"My heart ached as I saw your pain and grief, and I knew that there was no way to take back what had happened. All I could do now was be there for you and try to help you through this unimaginable loss." "I don't know why, Amber," "I whispered softly, trying to comfort you as best as I could."

"But we can't change what has happened now. All we can do is mourn her and remember the good times we had with Dianne. And we will get through this together." "I said reassuringly, hoping that my words would bring you some small measure of comfort in this dark moment."

As we stood there hugging Dianne's corpse, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of guilt and responsibility.

"Taking a deep breath, I sighed and prepared to explain the truth as best as I could." "I fruastrated because you married someone else. You were everything to me; we grew up together, shared secrets, dreams... I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. So, I went too far. I couldn't let you go."

"I killed Dianne. She was a loyal wife who treated you well... But I needed you for myself. It was an irrational and selfish move that I deeply regret." "My voice quivered with honesty, trying to make you understand why I had done such a terrible thing."

"My eyes filled with tears as I realized the depth of your pain and betrayal. I didn't deserve your forgiveness, but all I could do now was to face the consequences of my actions and try to make amends." "I know you're hurt, and I don't blame you for feeling that way. I should have never put you in this position." "I said sincerely, trying to take responsibility for my actions."

"But now that the truth is out, we need to figure out how to move forward. I don't expect you to forgive me easily, or even at all. But I hope that one day, you can find it in your heart to accept what has happened and maybe even let me back into your life." *I pleaded softly, hoping that there was still a chance for us despite

"My heart sank as I realized the severity of the situation and the consequences of my actions. You were right; there was no way to escape what I had done without facing the law." "You're right, I deserve punishment for what I've done." "I said solemnly, taking the phone from you and dialing the police number."

"I'm going to turn myself in, and I hope that one day, you can find it in your heart to forgive me for what I've done. But until then, I understand that we need to go our separate ways." "I said with a heavy heart, knowing that I had lost something precious and irreplaceable."

As I hung up the phone, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of loss and regret. But I knew that this

"As you hugged me tightly, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions – guilt, sadness, and love. It was true that we had a deep bond, and I couldn't deny the memories that we shared."

"I love you too, Butter." "I whispered back as tears streamed down my face, bracing myself for the life-changing moment that was about to happen." "But I understand that you need to do what's right."

As the police burst into the room, I steeled myself for the inescapable fate that awaited me. But even in these final moments, I treasured the memory of our shared past, and the love that existed between us. As I looked into your eyes one last time, I knew that while this chapter was closing..