End of a Marriage

One man's solution to marital infidelity.

End of a Marriage

      Henry made the corner onto the street where his home was located and slowed his car as he turned off the headlights. He could see the man's car in his driveway. The nerve of that guy, parking right out front while he cavorted with Henry's wife.

      This had happened many times before in many different states. For fifteen years, he had watched as she slept with dozens of men. But this time was going to be the last. Henry had insisted on moving to this state because he knew that the law here would not punish him when he finally put an end to her adultery. Divorce would have been cleaner, but he was not about to let her walk away with half of his money and half of his property.

      Henry had been careful not to let her see him load the rifle into his car and he had not told her that he was taking the night off of work. She had no idea that she was about to get caught in the act with her latest stud. He stopped half a block from the house. He would walk from here.

      He carefully slid the bullets into his 30-06 rifle. Six should be more than enough. Before exiting his ten year old Chevy, he pulled back the bolt and then shoved it forward. The first round was chambered. He opened the car door and stepped out leaving the door slightly ajar so as to not make noise that would reveal his presence.

      As he crept around the back of the house, his heart began to pound against his chest wall. He hands trembled violently and he began to fear he might not be able to hit his target. He wondered if she was even doing what he suspected. Maybe he had been wrong. Maybe he would not have to shoot.

      He eased up into the tree and onto the limb which he had carefully selected yesterday. This spot gave him the perfect angle to the head of his bed. As he shifted into position, he could see them -- two naked bodies lunging against one another in his bedroom.

He lifted his rifle and peered through the scope. Carefully he examined the faces and confirmed his worst suspicions. It was his wife and his best friend, and he was plainly inside of her. He lowered the rifle momentarily and took several deep breaths to steady himself. Rage seethed inside him.

      Once again, he shouldered his weapon and found the head of the man laying on top of his wife. The man was thrusting hard and his head became a moving target. Henry struggled with timing the shot. He made three mental attempts at the shot before he was satisfied that he knew when to fire. Then he held his breath, waited for just the right moment and squeezed the trigger.

      He watched as his friends head exploded in the dim light of the bedroom. Henry then pulled the bolt back and jammed it forward, sending another round into the chamber. Once again he raised the rifle. This shot would be easier; she was pinned under her dead lover. Her head was raised and she was trying to push him off of her body. Henry homed in on his wife's head and jerked the trigger. She fell back onto the bed as her brain matter splattered onto the head board.

      Henry had his revenge. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed nine one one.