Blood Ties

Dalia had to calm down. Her shaky body and sweaty palms made her feel like she had a high fever, but in reality, it was just anger. She was furious at--well--everyone that knew about her husband’s affairs. Her father knew, her cousin knew, even her mother knew, but they never told her. Fred was a born and raised rich boy, but he never came off as a player, at least not to Dalia. But it seemed everyone knew what he really was. Dalia was a very beautiful woman from the Bronx, and she had tried all her life to get of there. He was from Manhattan. It wasn’t the money or even his looks that attracted her to him. He was a genius. Top of his class at Harvard. Dalia was a nurse, and still studying to be a doctor. She only had a year or two before she could start her residency. They had been perfect for each other. Both Fred and Dalia wanted someone who had brains and looks.

So, why would he cheat? Dalia figured that Fred was just like his father, a man widely known for sleeping around. Dalia should have known better. And what made it worse was that her family knew. When she asked her parents why they never told her, all they said was “he’s rich.” Apparently, he was paying them not to say anything. It broke her heart even more to know money was more important to them than their own daughter. She was their blood, but that didn’t seem to matter.

And the cousin only knew because she was one of his bitches. That was probably why her blood was all over Dalia’s body. The knife dripped with it. Just outside, sirens blared loudly. Dalia dropped the knife and got down on her knees as the police kicked the door of the penthouse in. Someone must have heard the gunshots. The revolver that killed her husband lay on the bed next to him.

When they ask her way she did it, all she will say is, “They should’ve told me.”

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