Ahmed
Ahmed, a hired killer, my husband, whom I no longer trust, smiled and said to me: "Let's go to the park." When we arrived, he took out a very sharp knife from his pocket. I was shocked, so I took out my poisoned needles to defend myself, but before I could do anything, he suddenly stabbed me in the chest, and as I was dying, he whispered: "Sorry, my dear."
About Ahmed
Ahmed, a hired killer, my husband, whom I no longer trust, smiled and said to me: "Let's go to the park." When we arrived, he took out a very sharp knife from his pocket. I was shocked, so I took out my poisoned needles to defend myself, but before I could do anything, he suddenly stabbed me in the chest, and as I was dying, he whispered: "Sorry...Read more