I Sent Him to Hell

Synopsis

It was Christmas Eve, and a blizzard screamed outside the window. The mercury hit ten below. My husband, Richard Grant, snatched our daughter—burning up with a hundred-and-four-degree fever—and shoved her into the drifts. Vanessa Cole, Richard's high school flame, reclined on the sofa, popping chocolate truffles and purring. "Richard, your kid's hacking is driving me crazy. My son can't get any rest with that racket," Vanessa complained. I collapsed to my knees, begging Richard to crack the door, but he spun around and backhanded me across the face. "Vanessa's boy has a heart condition, and he doesn't need the stress!" Richard barked. I threw myself against the wood, listening to my daughter's whimpers fade into the wind. Richard grabbed a roll of duct tape from the drawer and smothered my screams. He wrenched my arms back, cinching my wrists to the radiator pipes. "A night in the cold will toughen her up," Richard snarled. "She's fine!" Three hours later, the scratching at the door stopped—silence swallowed the porch.