Ten years ago, he married a warm, loving woman he met on a dating site. These days, it feels like he hardly knows her anymore.
They used to be so sweet, exchanging kisses at the door, on the couch, in bed. Eating meals together whenever his schedule allowed it—
Tonight, he comes home to an empty house with only a bowl of stew and a pot of rice waiting for him at the table.
His throat is already bleeding when he notices the folded note at the bottom of his plate—
I know about her. Hope you like the stew.
*Inspired by the prompt quirk of habit from The Daily Post.