I thought my seven-month-pregnant wife was hiding a betrayal from me because my own mother kept whispering poison into my ears. But the moment I pulled back the blanket covering her legs, I realized the real monster had been standing in my home all along... pretending she had done nothing.

Ray slowly walked into the bloody living room, completely ignoring the massive storm violently raging directly behind him. Martha struggled painfully to her feet, aggressively wiping a thick trail of dark blood entirely from her bruised and wrinkled chin. She angrily ordered Ray to properly shoot me perfectly in the head and safely secure the crying infant for her massive trust fund plans. Ray stopped walking and casually glanced directly at the screaming baby resting safely on my wife's completely exhausted chest. He let out a very dark, highly sinister laugh that completely unnerved absolutely even the cold-blooded monster named Martha. Ray confidently stated that he had absolutely no intention of blindly following any more orders from an arrogant, aging psychopath. He brilliantly revealed that he had just secretly recorded Martha violently confessing to multiple attempted murders perfectly on his hidden police body camera. Martha's arrogant, completely wicked smile instantly vanished as she finally realized her heavily paid pawn had entirely betrayed her. Ray proudly explained that he was simply going to execute all three of us and blame the entire bloody massacre perfectly directly on Martha. He cleverly planned to legally claim a massive heroic reward and completely seize the trust fund money purely for his own greedy pockets. Martha screamed with absolute, unhinged fury and desperately lunged directly toward her silver revolver safely resting in the dark corner. Ray completely effortlessly turned his heavy weapon and shot Martha perfectly in her right kneecap without a single second of hesitation. Martha collapsed violently onto the wooden floorboards, screaming entirely in absolute, agonizing pain as dark blood heavily pooled around her leg. Ray calmly turned his heavy, smoking gun directly back toward me, confidently clicking off the rigid metal safety mechanism. He mockingly apologized for the massive mess and fully prepared to pull the deadly trigger to completely end my life. I knew I could absolutely not possibly outrun a speeding bullet, but I absolutely refused to completely die without a final, desperate fight. I secretly grabbed a heavy, highly sharp surgical scalpel resting quietly on the metal tray entirely hidden directly behind my back. I aggressively threw the sharp blade with absolutely everything I had perfectly directly toward his smiling, incredibly arrogant face. Ray violently dodged the fast flying blade, but the sudden, jerky movement perfectly caused his heavy finger to accidentally pull the highly sensitive trigger. The incredibly loud gunshot violently struck the highly pressurized oxygen tank perfectly resting heavily against the wooden wall directly behind him.