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"No one hates you," I sighed, "it's you who pushed everyone away."
"That's because they want to take you from me!" She suddenly became agitated. "Especially your mother; she always flaunts in front of me, claiming she knows everything about you. Who does she think she is? You are my husband!"
In that moment, I fully understood that her world was filled only with twisted love and possession, devoid of reason.
I made a decision: I couldn't let her hurt my mother, my son, or anyone else.
I had to end this.
As a lawyer, I understood the consequences of crime all too well, but at that moment, my reason was crushed by despair.
I bought a dumbbell, a heavy iron one.
I told myself that using this would at least make her go quickly, without too much pain.
How ridiculous it was; even while planning a murder, I thought about being "merciful."
To give myself a final farewell and to provide this marriage with a "decent" ending, I decided to take her to a special place.
"Juan, let's go to the Maxim restaurant this weekend, the place where we first met." I tried to keep my voice calm.
"Really?" Her eyes lit up. "Is there a special occasion?"
"I just want to have a nice meal with you." I forced a smile.
That night, the Maxim restaurant remained elegant as ever.
Juan wore a light blue dress, just like the one she had on when we first met.
She looked so beautiful and so fragile that I momentarily doubted my decision.
"Do you remember our first time here?" she asked me with a smile. "The moment I saw you, I knew you were the one destined for me."
"I remember," I replied softly, but in my heart, I thought: if only time could turn back, I would never step into this restaurant again.
After dinner, we returned home.
She seemed very happy and talked all the way about future plans.
Meanwhile, I felt like an observer, watching her paint a picture of a future that would never come to pass.
"I'm so happy today," she said as she changed into her pajamas and snuggled under the covers. "Thank you, Zhenbin."
"Go to sleep," I kissed her forehead.
She quickly fell asleep.
I lay beside her, staring at the ceiling.
A voice kept echoing in my ear: "You can't do this; it's murder."
Another voice countered, "If you don't do this, the next one to die could be your mother, or your son, or even yourself."
Then, I quietly got up and retrieved the dumbbell from deep within the closet.
I stood by the bed, watching Yuan Juan as she slept.
Moonlight streamed through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on her serene face.
She looked so peaceful, so harmless, just like the gentle girl I had first met.
My hand began to tremble.
I recalled our first date, her shy smile; I remembered our wedding day, the tears in her eyes; I thought of the day we moved into our new home, her hopeful expression...
But then, other images flashed through my mind: her hysterical screams, her threats of suicide with a knife, her madness as she tampered with gas and gasoline at my mother's house...
Reason told me that the woman sleeping before me was a ticking time bomb, capable of destroying everything I held dear at any moment.
In the end, I raised the dumbbell.
I told myself: "This isn't murder; it's self-defense. This isn't about ending a life; it's about saving many more."
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