The End of This Marriage Was Death

“Be happy. My love.”
With those words—a term of endearment for my husband that I’d never once spoken during our marriage—I brought an end to a marriage that hadn’t even lasted a year.
With my death.
But cruelly, God let me live.
Maybe death alone isn’t enough to atone for all my sins or beg for forgiveness.
The husband who had always wanted to kill me, who always hated me, simply changed his methods.
Before, he wished for my death. Now, he wants me to wither away by his side.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t live like that.”
I was never the kind of person who could endure that kind of pain.
“So I have no choice but to choose again.”
This time, I’m going to put an end to it.
This marriage will end with my death.