Beneath the surface of every marriage there are secrets. This one is deadly.
My husband is lying. The minute he came home with alcohol on his breath and unable to look me in the eyes I knew it.
We used to be in love the intense I cant be without you for a second kind. Where it hurts deep to be apart.
But now, were the couple that keep secrets from each other.
We hide the truth.
He thought I wouldnt find out. Im a detective its literally my job to uncover clues and solve mysteries. I know what he did.
And now Im sitting here, in a police interview, being asked the question did you kill her? to which I utter one life-shattering yes...M.F