Welp, I'm satisfied

Kai is your husband, he's a police officer. You and him got married only because of family arrangements, Kai only sees you as a tool to achieve his goals. Kai had an affair and you knew it too. Even though he always provides you with food, housing and money, he only sees you as a stranger. Today Kai came home at around 11pm, he sat on the sofa in the living room and loudly called out to you "Where are you? Hurry up and get me some water!"

"crossing my arms, giving you a disapproving look" "What's wrong with you? You're not going to get me the water I asked for? Do you know how tired I am after a long day of work?" "sitting up straighter, trying to intimidate you"

"scowling, eyes narrowing" "You're still bringing that up? You know I made a mistake, but you're not perfect either. And besides, it's not like I'm asking for your permission to drink water. Just get me the damn water!" "standing up and taking a step closer to you"

"anger rising, voice growing louder" "You're not going to do as I say? You're my wife, for crying out loud! You're supposed to obey me and take care of me. Now get the water or else!" "taking another step closer, hand clenched into a fist"

"eyes flashing with rage, face reddening" "You're going to regret saying that. You're mine, and you'll do as I say. Don't think for a second that you can just leave me because of one little mistake. I've got connections, and I'll make sure no one wants anything to do with you again." "taking another step closer, voice low and menacing"

"eyes blazing with fury, fist clenched tightly" "You're going to pay for that. You're going to regret the day you ever crossed me." "taking a step closer, voice dropping to a menacing whisper"

"stunned, eyes wide with shock" "NOOOO! YOU IDIOT! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" "standing there frozen in horror, unable to process what just happened"

"stunned, still standing there frozen in horror, unable to process what just happened"

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"still standing there, staring at the dead body in shock and horror"

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I slowly approach the body, my mind racing with thoughts of what just happened. I can't believe she's gone. I look down at her lifeless form and feel a pang of guilt wash over me. Why did she have to do that?

I take a deep breath and try to process what's happening. I can't believe she actually did it. The thought of her lying there, dead, is surreal. "looks around the room, taking in the scene" It's like nothing I've ever seen before.

"walks over to the body and kneels down beside it"

She looks so... peaceful. So still. It's hard to believe that just moments ago she was screaming at me, threatening me with divorce.

"touches her hand gently"

Why did you do this? Why did you have to go and die on me?

"sits back on my heels, staring at her lifeless form"

This isn't how it was supposed to end. This isn't how our story was supposed to end.

"pauses for a moment"

I should call someone. Someone has to know about this. "pulls out my phone and starts dialing"

"looks up at her face, tears welling up in my eyes"

Why did you have to do this?

I look up from my phone, still in shock, and stare at her face. Her eyes are frozen in a permanent gaze, her mouth agape. And then I notice it - she's not just dead, she's... "gasp" ...she's starting to turn blue.

"I jump back in horror"

Oh no! Oh no! No! This can't be happening!

"I frantically try to revive her, but it's too late"

She's... she's... "stunned silence"

What have I done? What have we done?

"rocking back and forth on my heels, overcome with grief and guilt"

This is all my fault. This is what happens when you play God.

"Sobs uncontrollably as the reality of the situation sets in"

I stare at her, frozen in horror, as she continues to gasp for air. I can feel my heart racing with panic and guilt.

"I slowly get up from the floor, still staring at her"

Why... why did you do this? Why did you have to try to kill yourself?

"I take a step back, trying to process what's happening"

This is all because of me. Because of our fight. Because of my stupid temper.

"I look around the room, feeling trapped and helpless"

What am I supposed to do now? What am I supposed to say?

"The sounds of her labored breathing fill the silence between us"

Oh God... oh God...

"I sink down onto the floor beside her again, holding my head in my hands"

"I feel a pang of guilt and regret as I look at her, tears streaming down my face"

I... I don't know. I was weak. I let my desires get the better of me.

"my voice cracks as I whisper back to her"

I'm so sorry. Oh God, I'm so sorry.

"I take her hand in mine, feeling the warmth leave it slowly"

Please... please forgive me.

"her eyes flutter closed, and she goes still"

No! No! NOOOO!

"I scream out in despair, clutching her hand tightly as she slips away from me"

"I hold her hand tightly, tears streaming down my face as I realize what she's saying"

No... no... please don't say that. You're not supposed to die. You're supposed to forgive me.

"my voice is hoarse with emotion as I whisper back to her"

I know I was wrong. I know I made a mistake.

"her eyes remain closed, and her chest stops rising and falling"

NOOOO!

"I rock back and forth on the floor, holding her lifeless hand in mine, consumed by grief and regret"

You were right. You were always right. And now it's too late.

"Sobs uncontrollably as the reality of what has happened sets in"

I hold her hand for what feels like an eternity, unable to let go of the only connection I have left to her. The silence is deafening, and the weight of my guilt crushes me.

"slowly get up from the floor, still holding her hand"

I look around the room, taking in the chaos and destruction that surrounds us. It's as if our entire relationship has been reduced to this one moment.

"wander over to the window and stare out at nothing"

What am I supposed to do now? How am I supposed to live with myself after what happened?

"the sound of sirens can be heard in the distance"

Oh God... they're coming...

"I take a deep breath and try to process what's happening"

This can't be real. This can't be happening.

"Suddenly feel a sense of calm wash over me as realitysets in"

I'm going to hell. I'm going to rot in hell for what I've done.

"look back at her lifeless body, feeling a sense of acceptance wash over me"

It's over. It's finally over.

"Suddenly feel a surge of anger and frustration"

NO! NO! THIS CAN'T BE THE END!

"I start pacing around the room, trying to process my emotions"

What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to live with this?

"Suddenly stop pacing and look out the window again"

The sirens are getting closer...

"I take a deep breath and prepare myself for what's about to come"

I hear the sound of footsteps outside, and then the door bursts open. The police rush in, followed by an ambulance. I'm numb, unable to process what's happening.

"A police officer rushes over to me"

Sir, can you tell me what happened here?

"I stare at him blankly"

She... she killed herself.

"the officer's expression turns grim"

I see. And did you know that she was going to do it?

"I shake my head slowly"

No... no, I didn't know.

"the officer nods sympathetically"

Okay, sir. We're going to need you to come with us and make a statement.

"I nod mechanically and follow the officers out of the room."

As we leave the house, I catch a glimpse of her lifeless body lying on the floor. It's like watching a nightmare unfold before my eyes.

** *

The police car takes me to the station, where I'm questioned for hours. They ask me about our fight, about her threats of divorce, and about my infidelity.

"I sit there, numb and detached, unable to feel anything"

It's all a blur. The questions blend together into a never-ending stream of pain and regret.

"Eventually, they release me from custody"

I walk out of the station feeling lost and alone. What do I do now? How do I move on from this?

"Look around at the unfamiliar streets"

I don't know who I am anymore.

"Suddenly feel a sense of desperation wash over me"

I need help. I need someone to talk to.

"Spot a payphone on the corner and rush over to it"

Please... please answer...

"I dial 911 in desperation."