Betrayed by My Trash Husband, Surrender Myself to the Devil-Chapter 15: Murder My Husband

Claudia POV

As I kept staring at my sleeping husband, a small voice in my head whispered that he was most vulnerable right now—that he wouldn’t be able to struggle if I attacked him.

’And if I kill him now, then I can finally end my misery, right?’

The voice continued, whispering devilish yet tempting words in my head, and I found myself drowning in the idea of ending it all right here, right now. There’s nothing else in this world that I need to look forward to anyway...

So I walked toward the sleeping Miles and grabbed a kitchen knife along the way.

The knife was sharp. I knew that very well, because I used it every day in the kitchen, sharpening it whenever I had to. I always made sure it was sharp enough to cut through anything, even the thick skin on a man’s neck.

As I stood in front of Miles, his body lay fully exposed—neck, chest, stomach. Like a buffet, each part offered a different way to end him: a slow cut on his neck like and let him bleed to death, or a single stab to the chest for an instant kill.

’I should do it now. This is the only chance I have to end my misery.’

The temptation grew stronger, and I closed my eyes to make my final decision.

—

Then I lunged and plunged the knife into his chest, jolting Miles awake. He looked at me in shock, unable to say anything except a few strangled grunts.

"Urk—Ack!"

"Let’s just end it all, Miles. I have nothing left, so I’ll take your life with me as payment for what you’ve done to our daughter," I said coldly as I twisted the knife inside his chest.

Miles tried to reach for me, staring at me unblinkingly, but his hand fell before it could touch my cheek.

I watched as life slowly flickered out of his eyes, and to make sure he was truly dead, I yanked the knife out roughly, blood spurting from the gaping wound.

My chest heaved as a rush of adrenaline hit me. I didn’t like the sensation at first, but seeing the man who once loved me die in shock and agony made me feel... a little better.

...

—

The knife slipped from my hand and clattered onto the floor when I opened my eyes.

Yes. I couldn’t bring myself to do it in the end.

I couldn’t afford execution or spending the rest of my life in prison for murder, because there was something in my life worth protecting;

Aurora. My daughter.

When I was about to stab him, the image of my little angel smiling brightly at me flashed through my mind, and I realized I couldn’t take the easy way out.

If I murdered Miles now, Aurora’s custody would fall into Clarissa’s hands, since she would be the only "family" I had left.

And Clarissa would definitely send Aurora to my old home and torture her the same way my stepmother did to me.

Aurora would suffer the same fate I did, or worse, and I wasn’t selfish enough to inflict that pain on my precious daughter.

I stared at the sleeping bastard with eyes completely devoid of love.

Yes. I had washed my love away in the shower earlier. Maybe the water that trickled down my body had also washed away the sadness—and the remnants of ten years of affection.

All that remained was unbridled rage.

"Just because you think you’re on top of the world doesn’t mean I can’t bring you down, Miles Hoffman," I muttered. "I’ll find a way to keep Aurora safe, even if I have to make a deal with the devil." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Then I spat on his face, grabbed my car keys, and left the house I had lived in for the past five years.

I drove out of the gated community, and a sense of loss washed over me. I truly had nowhere to go and nowhere to call home.

The police hadn’t detained me because the investigation was still ongoing, so there was no arrest warrant yet.

But they would call me again soon, and they still wouldn’t allow me to be alone with my daughter.

If only I were still in contact with my old friends from the clinics, I could’ve crashed on their couch for a while instead of ending up in a motel.

I couldn’t afford living in a hotel because I didn’t have much money in my bank account. Miles only gave me small amounts for groceries and bills every month.

Even though we lived in Los Angeles, he rarely gave me much, claiming he didn’t want a gold-digging wife.

Back then, I found that statement strange but took no offense because I had always been frugal.

Now, I regretted everything.

Because I knew Miles must have funneled most of his money to Clarissa instead.

There should be a way for me to get a job to support myself while the case was still in the process. I could call the clinic owners I used to work for and see if they’d take me back as a general practitioner.

Though I doubted it. A doctor’s position was crucial, and they would’ve replaced me immediately after I left.

’Maybe a motel isn’t so bad. It is my only option for now. I can rent one for a month and save what little money I have until the case is over.’

I planned my next move to escape from this hell hole. But before finding a motel, I needed to eat. I hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday, and I might faint if I didn’t.

So I went to a local Italian restaurant called Don Osteria, where I used to treat Aurora to something nice and sat at a table, waiting for a waitress.

I waited.

And waited.

But the usual waiter didn’t come. In fact, the restaurant seemed deserted, even though the door was wide open.

’Are they closed today?’ I wondered, ready to leave.

But just as I stood up, my eyes caught sight of a meticulously dressed man sitting alone at a table near the window.