Revenge of a docile wife ..

Her love for him died long ago, but she never hated him . But now she hated him to the depth of her bones. She wished she could kill him with her own hands. ....................................................................... “If only I had a chance.....” she mumbled under her last breath.... A chance......... She woke up with the blinding sunlight against her ..... ‘Did I not die ? Did I escape with a tiny speck of life?’ ‘what...? ‘ ‘ Am I alive ? .... or Is this a dream?...’ ‘Is this all an illision?’ ‘Why is god playing with her?’ ........................................................................ Felin remembered everything that happened before her death..... her grief was earth-shattering...... her regrets were sky high..... ........................................................................