Prologue

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    "Tiera darling. I'm home!...TIERA??....T??...What the fuck?"

Justin Timberlake ascended the 1.5 million dollar mansion's spiral staircase and walked toward his master bedroom. The sound of his wife and his California King bed grew louder with each step....and so did realization/the truth.

'She wouldn't...would she?'

Returning downstairs Justin angrily walked over to the first floor closet and retrived a cold piece of steel with a short nose and a extended clip.

'I don't wanna do this to my wife'

Justin reascened the stairs and busted his room door down only to find his suspicions to be correct.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS????"

Startling the entire room. Jumping from one side of the bed to the other after realizing what was in her husbands hands pointed in her direction.

"BABY NO IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE I SWEAR!!!"

"THAN WHAT IS IT?? YA'LL DAMN SURE AREN'T JUST HAVING A FRIENDLY CHAT"

Pointing the gun in the direction of the man who was fucking his wife in HIS bed...

"DISAPPEAR BEFORE I "ACCIDENTLY ON PURPOSE" SHOOT IN YOUR DIRECTION AND NOT MISS!!"

The man picks up just his boxers and disappears.

Tiera cries hysterically begging and pleading her husband to put the gun down

"Justin. baby think about thi-"

"THINK ABOUT WHAT?? ABOUT HOW I GAVE YOU THE WORLD? ABOUT YOU CHEATED WITH SOME RANDOM GUY IN MY FUCKING BED? OR ABOUT HOW I'M GONNA BURY YOU IN THE ARTIC OCEAN? Take your pick."

Tiera remembered the nights Justin would just randomly grab her by the neck and choke her....fear was soon replaced by anger.

"GO AHEAD AND KILL ME THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT ANYWAY! YOU ABUSE ME WHEN EVER YOU GET READY SO GO AHEAD (walking toward the gun still firmly pointed in her direction) YOU WILL BE DOING ME A FAVOR!"

Justin laughs

"Tiera, don't call my bluff."

"Ring-ring I'm calling but no one is answering"

Justin doesn't want to kill his wife of 4 years but he was just so sick of her always mocking him and thinking everything was a joke

"Tiera if I kill you your not gonna like the outcome"

"What outcome? The outcome of you goung to jail and spending the rest of your life there? The out come of you spending the rest of your days regretting everything you have done? Please tell me cause I would love to know."

Justin lowers the gun and sits down on the bed with his head in his hands

"Why? Why would you do this? To me? Everything you ask for i give to you. This house, your car, your clothes, shopping sprees, vacations, expensive shoes....everything. So why screw me over? Am I not giving you what you want? You need to tell me. Is my dick not big enough? Is my stroke game off? WHAT IS IT?"

Gulity Tiera sits on the floor next to her husband and sees fear in his eyes .

"Babe all thoes things are fine, your dick is amazing, it's not you...I just needed something different..some excitment for once."

"I'm not exciting? When we go on surprise vacations, that's not exciting enough?"

Babe..honestly...no"

"Alright"

Justin rises with the gun in his hand again and a cold stare, he raises the gun in Tiera's direction

"T?"

"yes" She turns to the direction of the gun being pointed

"I loved you"

"what do you m-"

BANG

Justin cries as his wifes motionless body slumps over on the carpet leaving stains

"I bet you won't be so unappreciative in hell ya whore"

He picked up her body and took it to the trunk of his car and put her in it, spitting on her and slamming the lid shut. He rushed back in the house and turned on all of the gas eyes on the stove. Gathered somethings and walked to the garage door. He got into the car and started it up lighting a cigarette in the proccess , keeping the lighter light he toses it out his driver side window and speeds off. Pieces of his home came tumbling down behind him, he looked into his rearview mirror and laughed.

"Good thing i have insurance."

Justin drove for an hour until he came to a dock and got out looking at the sunset

"(sigh) This starts a new chapter for me. New life, new home, new wife, new everything."

Justin pushes his $200,000 Farrari 458 into the deep waters until it fully submerged itself. Then he called his accountant

"Hey Jim, yeah we got a problem."

"What's wrong?

"Im on my way there now."

"Alright"

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