He Let His Mistress Kill My Mother,Then His Dead

I was shopping at the mall with my mother when my husband, Milton Morton, suddenly sent me nine intimate, nude photos.

"Babe, I miss you."

I was about to tease him for being inappropriate when the final photo loaded.

A woman lay sprawled beside a hot spring, her hair matted to her face with blood. Her clothes were torn, and her exposed skin was covered in dark purple bruises.

The smile froze on my face.

Before I could process what I was seeing, the final photo was unsent.

A message from Milton immediately popped up.

"Wrong photo. Don't worry about it."