Lucy and Ian were the perfect couple. They both were handsome and successful. She was a pediatrician at the local hospital, he was a respected lawyer. They had the perfect house, big, airy, clean, with a large garden and a pool. After only a couple of years of marriage, they had already started thinking about having kids. The neighbors loved them, and they hated each other.
Of course, they didn't know they hated each other, but it was deep in their hearts. They lived their lives as if they were still in love, thinking they were still in love, keeping the image of the perfect couple. Lucy dressed up to go on dates with Ian, Ian took her to places. Yet, their hate was growing inside their hearts, like a silent disease.
One day Lucy woke up feeling annoyed. She felt as if something was disturbing her, but she couldn't pinpoint what it was. She showered and went to the kitchen to prepare her breakfast, she was taking the milk out of the fridge when she felt that annoying sensation again, creeping down her back.
-Good morning.- said Ian.
Then, she realized. How could she be married to that man? Lucy searched into her heart and she could only find hate, as if all the love had banished overnight.
-Morning.- she replied coldly, how would she live now that she knew she hated him?
Ian sensed that something was wrong, Lucy wasn't her usual self, but did he really know her? Or had it all been an illusion? He looked at her as she ate her breakfast, he hated the way she chewed and she swallowed, he hated everything. Maybe they should get a divorce, but it wouldn't make it, she would still exist, he needed to erase her from earth.
Lucy had reached the same conclusion on her own. She had access to all kinds of medicines, it wouldn't be too difficult to dose him with something while he slept. She smiled to herself and kissed Ian on the cheek wishing him a good day.
When Lucy got home, after a long day, Ian had already set down the table and prepared a special dinner.
-Did I forget something special?- she asked suspiciously.
-No, it's just to celebrate how much I love you.
She sat at the table while he served dinner. Pasta with shrimps for her and plain pasta for him. He couldn't eat shrimps, but he knew how much she loved them, they were also an excellent camouflage for the poison he had used to spice things up. A client of his had assured him that she would die peacefully during the night. He hated her, but he didn't want to spend a bad night because of her struggles. She was starving so she gulped the food down without even tasting it. Ian had prepared tiramisu as dessert and they shared it. He decided to go to sleep early, while Lucy stayed awake catching up with the news on TV. She saw it as an excellent opportunity, she needed him to be asleep to inject him with the drug cocktail she had specially prepared. She bundled up on the sofa and waited for an hour, her stomach hurt, but she thought that it was probably because she had eaten way too fast. She had a look at her wrist watch and decided it was time to kill.
The syringe was on her purse, which she had left in the entrance, she walked silently to retrieve it and then started her mission. As she had expected, Ian, was deeply asleep. It wasn't too difficult to find a good vein, so she injected the drugs, got rid of the syringe and lay by his side to sleep, thinking that the next morning she would be free.
No one woke up the following morning, nor the next one. It wasn't until the neighbors called the police that they found them dead side by side. Both poisoned. Like a modern Romeo and Juliet. Their deaths were written off as suicides, little did they know.
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