Only the Real Prosper

Where It All Falls Down

Never in a million years did Teonny picture this scene. Her, with a gun in her hand, ready to kill someone she loved more than anything. Tears filled her eyes as her hands shook. Her hands never fuckin’ shook when she held a gun. At least not for the past five years. Maybe that was a sign.

She couldn’t believe she had allowed someone to fool her once again. After her ex-husband, she thought she knew how to spot a narcissist from a mile away, but she’d been wrong. So very fucking wrong. The shitty part was the second time around hurt one hundred times more.

“You ruined my life,” she whispered.

“I’m so—”

“Shut up!” she screeched. “You don’t get to speak . . . You don’t get to speak ever again.”

Now they were both crying, but Teonny couldn’t find it in her to care for this despicable person’s tears.

In her mind, it was an easy decision about what had to happen next.

She wouldn’t allow another person she loved deeply to live after hurting her so deeply.

It couldn’t happen. She was a changed woman from five years ago, and while her ex-husband didn’t die by her hand, she’d grown to wish he had. He deserved that much, at least.

Her finger gently squeezed the trigger, and she held her breath for the shot that would change her and her life forever . . . again.