Dear Diary,
I am traumatised. My husband had suggested for a divorce and I could not control my mood. I murdered him in a state of confusion. I am mortified. He came home and our conversations were sullen and cold. I could sense that something was amissed. He soon suggested a divorce and I tried to pretend as normal. But just as I was preparing supper desperately, he wanted to leave. I threatened to waylay him but he say 'try and stop me'. That was the last straw. I completely went out of control, I carried the lamb leg I was about to fix for supper, walked towards him, brandished the lamb leg and hit the back of his head forcefully. He stopped moving and flopped to the ground instaneously. The first thing hat came to my mind was that he's dead.
Wild thought raced through my mind. I was afraid to be found guilty and I am pregnant too. I contemplated hard to find ways that could allow me to be scot-free. I quickly put the lamb's leg into the oven and oven it. I dialled my relative as it was a weekly routine. I dressed up and put on my jacket, pronto. I went towards the groceries store and bought the stuff I wanted. I put on a radiant smile on my face all the time in the grocer store. I then rushed home with reminding myself constantly that I wasn't going to expect any tragic at home, and that I was just going home to fix a deletable supper for my husband. As I opened that door, I shouted out 'Patrick! How are you, Darling?' There was no response, my husband was lying sprawled on the ground. I dropped my things on the gound as if I was flabbergasted. I then attempted to mess the whole place up. As like someone had came to wreak havoc. After that, I acted flustered and called the police to summon for them.
They arrived quickly after I dialled for them. The police knows my husband as they are in the same profession. One of the police officers started interrogating me solemnly. I was afraid that I might be exposed. I stuttered as I replied, still trying to be as calm and as shocked as possible. I tried to be ignorant to everything he said. And, I aviod his askance everytime I talked to him. They began searching for the weapon used to murder him. And a old guy said that it was a big and heavy object that was used to kill him. My heart throbbed in trepidation upon hearing that. The guy who interrogated me then talk to me again. I acted to be ignorant in cold sweat. They also concluded that the weapon was in the house and there no forced break-in into the apartment. These are pointing to that I'm the prime suspect. They had began conspiring about me and I was very irritated about it.
Soon, the lamb leg that I had placed in the oven was cooked, and the officers discovered it and told me about it. I offered them the lamb's leg but they declined it at first. After my persuation, they took it and savoured it. They discussed about the case as they ate the food, their voices were thick and sloppy. They continued eating until someone realised that they might have just devoured the whole murder weapon. Me, in another room, chortled at them for being so thick. Later, they left the the apartmart reluctantly and ashamed.
After the police had left, a wave of guilt went over me. I came to realise that I had murdered my own husband whom I loved deeply. As I was concentrating on how to abscond, I had forgotten that I was the perpetrator. I was the person who at first killed my husband and made up false statments and evidence. I wanted to turn in but I knew I was pregnant, a baby in still with me. I was in a dfficult predicament. I decided to go with it and give birth to the child, as it is a product of me and my husband.