Revenge to The Devil

I put on my white wedding dress with joy and looked in the mirror again and again. Lisa helped me with my make-up. Finally, after finishing, I lifted the white wedding dress to walk towards handsome Jonathan with a brilliant smile.

I felt such bliss. But, unexpectedly, Jonathan pinched my neck, asking me with his angry eyes, "Have you been cheating me for eight years? Are you just trying to kill me?" The flowers in my hands fell on the ground and were crushed by him. I cried to beg him to forgive me.

He said: "I won't, I can forgive everything but your hypocrisy and cheating." He clenched his fingers. I looked at him with my teary eyes until the world was dark. Suddenly, time turned back. Jonathan's demon smile emerged in my brain, and I heard him say, "Haven't you heard what I just said?"

My father pleaded with him, but he showed no mercy. My father was shot to death, and my mother rushed out to hold his body, finally, she was shot in the chest. And my brother, his blood was running over the ground.

Waking up from the nightmare, I was frightened. When I looked down, I saw the same face that was in the nightmare. He was so horrible in the dream, in fact, he was always such an evil person.

I climbed off the bed in fear and kept retreating. Feeling the pain in my bare feet, I looked down and saw my bag. "My bag? My knife?" I thought.

Was it the chance that god granted me for enduring those eight years? I was excited as if I had seen the light in the night. In a moment of madness, I took the knife out of my bag, then approached him to step by step. I was shaking with fear.

When I got close to him, I found that he was completely different from the dream. He slept so peacefully, his thick eyelashes fluttering with his breathing, his thin lips pursed to show his sexy figure, which tempted me to kiss him. His fingers, his shoulders...his smooth but regularly undulating chest.

"Why did he sleep so sweetly? Was he tired from the night before? Did he trust me, that I wouldn't hurt him? Was it because he loved me?" I wondered.

After years of waiting patiently, the opportunity finally came, and my hand holding the knife was trembling, as my tears dropped to the ground. I was overwhelmed and couldn't think straight.

The goal was not how happy I would be, but how much it would hurt him when I stuck the knife into his heart. "What expression would he show when he looked at me?" I thought.

The cold blade glittered in the dim, yellow light, but the diamond ring on my finger was like a burning flame.

I thought of the sea of flowers and red sunset; I thought of the spaghetti he made me; I thought of the scene when he was out of the emergency room, the first thing was to ask me in a hoarse voice, "Are you okay?"

My mind was confused and suddenly I asked myself, "If one day Jonathan said that he would kill himself to save me and save the children, what would I do?" It was out of the question, I would say without hesitation, "No! How can the children and I live without you? "

I would make the same choice as my mother did. I would rather take a chance, even if the whole family would eventually die together than let him commit suicide.

But I knew that if Jonathan was my father, he would make his own decision and never let me know... until he died.