Chapter 1. The rod of judgment
I never would have thought the last thing I'd see before dying was my lovely wife in my bed with her legs stretched far apart, and my garden boy inbetween them, thrusting like his life depended on it.
My life had always been simple and smooth going. I might have had ups and downs here and there, but most of it were the ups. I graduated as a doctor, got a well paying job, and remained faithful to my wife.
I went to church every Sunday with her, praying that God blesses us with a child. Honestly, there was no problem. I was what some might call "the perfect husband."
Only for all of it to end with a heartbreak.
The day started like any other normal day. I woke up, took a bath, and kissed my wife goodbye as l drove my car to work. But on my way there, l realized l had forgotten some important documents in my wardrobe, so l made a U-turn and returned home.
Getting inside the living room, l was welcomed by loud moaning sounds from my bedroom. My heart pounded.
It couldn't be my wife. Right.
l was just hearing things.
Slowly, l walked upstairs to my bedroom, and the moans intensified.
"Harder! Oh my God, yes, fuck me harder!" I heard my wife's voice screaming from the inside, loud and clear. It was her. There was no mistaking it.
My heartbeat increased on my chest that l could hear it in my ears.