The Antidote Too Late For Love

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Because my childhood sweetheart married me, her one true love killed himself.

For thirty years of marriage, our most frequent blessing to each other was, "May you die a horrible death."

Before I died, we'd just had a huge fight.

Before she stormed out, she slipped something into my tea.

The moment the poison took hold, I knew who the culprit was.

I managed to drag her back home, then plunged a knife into her heart, ensuring she'd join me in hell.

But as I lay dying, I heard her stopping