Revenge

Becky was on her deathbed, and her husband, Jake, maintained a steady vigil by her side.


As he held her fragile hand, his warm tears ran silently down his face, splashed onto her cheek and roused her from her deathly slumber.


She looked up and her pale lips began to move slightly. "My darling Jake," she whispered.


"Hush, my love," he said. "Go back to sleep. Shh. Don�t talk."


But she was insistent. "Jake," she said in her tired voice. "I have to talk. I have something I must confess to you."


"There�s nothing to confess," replied the weeping Jake. "It�s all right. Everything�s all right. You need to go to sleep now."


"No, no. I must die in peace, Jake. I have been unfaithful to you. I slept with your brother, your best friend and your father."


Jake mustered a pained smile and stroked her hand.
"Hush now, Becky, don�t torment yourself. I know all about it," he said.


"Why do you think I poisoned you?"


Submitted by Curtis
Edited by Calamjo