ManyWriters

Darling is a fanatic of mystery novels.
Murder, dismemberment - the gorier, the better.
She always reads a bit before bed.
To be honest, watching her devour those books with such relish every night kind of freaks me out.
One evening, she was at it again.
Curiously, I asked her if those books were really that interesting.
Or if she had any... thoughts.
She posed a question to me:
"What do you think is the hardest part about killing someone?"
"Erasing the evidence?"
"Wrong."
"Disposing of the body?"
"Wrong."
After I guessed incorrectly a few times, she told me what she thought was the toughest part of murder:
"Choosing the victim."

My Bedmate

Blaine ran into Aria at the police station entrance on the day of his release.


He wasn't nervous at all, and even whistled arrogantly at Aria.


Things took a turn the day after Blaine's release.


The video clearly showed Blaine threatening Aria with a knife, forcing her to undress, and the entire process of him assaulting her.


This was undeniable evidence, an open-and-shut case of assault.


The police quickly moved to arrest Blaine.


During the second interrogation, Blaine started off cocky, but when he heard that he was going to be sentenced, he panicked.


He began to confess that he was instigated by someone else to commit the crime.


"Jaxon said whoever got Aria first would own the block after that."


"One time we saw Aria eating noodles on a street of the block, and Jaxon said she was hot, so we made a bet."


The case should have ended here. No matter who he made a bet with, Blaine was the one who committed the crime.


But the weird thing is, shortly after Blaine went to jail, Jaxon died.


"That's quite normal, people die every day in this world."


"Who do you think is the victim in this situation?"


I was surprised by my wife's perspective, how could the victims be those two?


"Shouldn't it be Aria?" I asked puzzled.


"Would you install surveillance cameras in the bedroom?"


"Well, I wouldn't put cameras in such a private space."


"Just because someone lives alone means they need cameras in their room? Can't they be installed in the living room?"


"So you think Aria did this on purpose?"


After this incident, Aria moved away, and no one has seen her since.


After finishing this story, it was getting late, and my wife told me to go to sleep.


But I felt my wife's story was nonsensical and not intriguing at all.


"Is this what you've been watching? It's so subpar, really a waste of my sleeping time."


Chapter 2