The mistress

The icy cold chilled my bones as I opened the refrigerator.

The dim light revealed the horror I was trying to hide.

There lay the remains of her lover, mutilated and decomposed, in a grotesque parody of the love they once professed.

Nausea overcame me as I made out his features disfigured by rigor mortis, the putrefying flesh hanging from the bones. Her wide eyes seemed to stare at me, silently accusing me.

My husband entered the kitchen at that moment, stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of the macabre scene.

A grimace of horror came over his face as he recognized the remains of his secret lover.

-Honey... I... I don't know what to say," he stammered, his hands shaking.

I shot him a look full of hatred and resentment.

-Don't worry, love," I replied with icy calm. Now you can be with her forever.

Before she could react, I struck her with the baseball bat I had hidden behind my back.

Tonight, I would join new company in the cold embrace of the refrigerator.