I remember when I got married thinking that I was getting married because I was in love. My husband was one of the richest men in our community and that to me was not important and necessary.He would give me money every month about R100 000. I got used to my luxurious lifestyle in a way that I ended up losing interest in him and gained interest in his money. As time went by his mother suggested that he should stop giving me money and save it for our future kids, having kids with was then useless as I had fallen out of love. I stayed for two months without my monthly income thinking that he would change his mind but I thought wrong he never did. I was then left with two options, leave or wait for his insurance money. I then decided to stay but I thought about when will he die, So I made him drink beer with rat poison and he died just like that. I thought things would get better but they got worse. He had left everything for his mother but nothing for me I was heart broken and my true colors were shown. I confessed and I am now imprisoned to 25years in prison. I don't think I will ever come out alive
© Reletha