Married Hell: Part 8

**Chapter 8: Till Death Do Us Part**

**Lexi**

It has been a little over six years since I met and married Brent. I was beginning to think that my days as a black widow of death were over. However, over the past six months, all of the small things are piling up. A molehill has been made into a mountainous volcano ready to erupt. Even his breathing is grating on my nerves and I plan to do something about it tonight!

**Brent**

The sex with Lexi is still as amazing as her surviving it. We have engaged in the most extreme kinks possible and wear the scars as a badge of honor to prove it. But despite having the best sex of my life I am missing one thing…a child. I know that she is barren because of the abusive men in her life so I thought that we would adopt. She's adamant against it. When I push for the reason why, she shuts down and runs away to do who knows what. She could be having an affair for all I know. I have decided that it all ends tonight. ‘Till death do us part, right?

**Lexi**

I made up my mind that tonight would be our last night as a married couple when I went to use the restroom and my ass sank into the cold water below because Brent once again left the toilet seat up. I allowed my anger to fuel the concocting of my poison and make sure our house was spotless. When Brent came home, I made sure that the table was set and that I was wearing something sexy too. I intend to let him feast on me before I treat him to a deadly dessert.

He walked into the dining room and was awestruck to see me spread out at the end of our long table. His jaw and pants hit the floor simultaneously. Brent’s lips crashed to mine before he pulled away to yank off his shirt and my dress. When his lips found mine again, he ripped off my panties before he sank to his knees. He ate me out as if it were his last meal, which it is. As I ran my hands through his hair before I came all over his handsome face, I momentarily debated killing him…but only momentarily.

After he bent me over the table and fucked me, we sat down to eat our dinner, with a promise of a round two. I served him his favorite chocolate cake and poured us both a glass of our favorite wine. With my back to him, I made sure to add the poison to his glass. I watched him down every drop and gave him a kiss before I went into the kitchen to dispose of our glasses and my poison vile. When I returned, I could see the effects of the poison beginning to take hold. However, I didn't anticipate what came next.

Brent pinned me to the table. He trapped my legs so that I couldn't buck him off as his hands wrapped around my throat. “You poisoned me. You fucking bitch! I loved you! Now I will watch you die before I do! See you in Hell!” he yelled as everything around me faded to black.