Marriage is one of the most dramatic changes a person can do that will forever affect the rest of their life. The idea of finding their “one true love” or a “soulmate” becomes a driving force desperate idiots use to find some kind of meaning in their boring lives. And once they find that person, have gone through the waves of emotional seduction, their eyes are no longer blinded by a fake sense of romance and heated passion.
Unfortunately for Helena, she was one of those idiots.
She fell for the suave advances of her husband, Markus. He knew exactly the right things to say, the right things to do at the right moment, and had swept Helena off of her feet. She offered to bear his children, polish his shoes before he left for work, and even was willing to experiment in the bedroom on a whim.
But one day, that magical spark of romance grounded and died.
Her shoulders felt lighter. She was finally able to take full breaths of air without feeling constricted. Every bone in her body awoke and cracked as she stretched back, still mounted on top of the corpse.
“Oh God, I feel amazing,” Helena chuckled, bringing her arms over her head.
She gently rocked her hips as she sat on top of her dead husband, thinking about her new life as a free woman, a widow. She looked back down at the dead man’s face and shivered, closing his eye lids.
“I never did like you staring at me, Markus. It’s creepy.”
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