Till Death Do Us Part

And now, a tale well calculated to keep you in. Soft Ben. I've been married for seven years and once loved my wife. Loved her as no man ever loved a woman. And now, I hate her.

I hate her so intensely I tremble at the sight of her. All to act one of till death do us part. Starring Sam Gray and written especially for suspense by Ben Kagan. Ten months ago, when I was ill, when I needed her desperately.

My wife, then two months later she came back without apology, without remorse, as if nothing had happened between us. But then I needed her no longer. But she came back to stay, and stay she did despite my anger, despite my hate.

Paul, I'm sorry, truly I am. I'll never leave you again. I promise. Come back to me as I've come back to you. But instead of dissipating my anger, she only made it more intense. Instead of abating my hate, she only made it grow.

Her sudden meekness, her vaporish appearance, they only serve to irritate me. But even more exasperating was the look of gentle reproach, which always seemed to linger in her resentful, horrible life. I had a peculiar terrifying sensation that she could anticipate.

My every thought and misjudging my hate is a sign of weakness sheet. Pity, needed pity, as if I couldn't live without... Paul, why don't you eat, Paul? I'm not hungry. But you've hardly touched you, didn't it?

About hungry, I tell you. You can't go on like this, not eating, not taking care of yourself. Paul, I'm worried about you. No. Now you're worried about me. Now when all is over between us, when it's too late...