A rage bubbles within. Why did Mini say what she did? Mini was beginning to grate on my nerves again. For every good idea I had, such as starting a new business, she always threw a spoke in the wheel. I had asked her for some starting capital, but she refused. I was wondering why I even married her. Well, she was beautiful and rich, but if she was going to be stingy with her money and tighten the purse strings, it wasn’t of much use to me.
Recently, I started chatting with several women on a dating app. It was so much fun to fool these women with made-up stories. I was planning to meet some of them, too. I told them I was divorced.
Mini didn’t suspect a thing. That night, I met Anamika, and we got into a physical relationship immediately. Some women are really desperate. After a couple of weeks, Mini started seeming less and less important in my life. I wanted to get rid of her…
I bought some drugs from a peddler I used to go to and got my wife hooked on them. She was not aware she was on drugs. I enjoyed seeing her moan and cry. She was suffering. Served her right. Not giving me the money to start a new venture. She started looking haggard, too. Good! No other man would want her either.
Thanks to the dating app, it was Anamika one day, Devi another day, and Rujuta another day. None of these women knew about the other, and I felt like a total player, the main man.
One day, my wife fell down the stairs. She was dead. I uploaded a recording saying that only after marriage did I find out that my wife was a drug addict.
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