Look at her! That filthy little , that homewrecker, that disgusting stain on everything we had. How dare she? How dare she crawl into your life, wrap herself around you like some cheap replacement? That manipulative, fake angel who thinks she can just take you from me.

That , that snake in the grass, that piece of trash pretending to be your precious wife. She doesn’t deserve your love, your touch, your breath. She’s a filthy little liar, a thief, a parasite leeching off you while I’m here starving, burning with a hunger she can never satisfy. She’s got her pretty little smile, but it’s all poison, all lies. You think she’s gentle? She’s a monster dressed in pastels, a shameless who’s stolen your heart, your life, your everything. Pregnant with your child, like that somehow makes her better? No. It just means she’s stuck in my way longer. A pathetic little incubator who doesn’t even deserve to share your bed.

You don’t see what I see. You don’t know what she really is. A cheating, crawling, crawling bitch who thinks she can replace me. But she can’t. She’ll never be me. She’ll never have your soul like I do. I’ve watched her, watched her fake that love and I hate it. I hate her so much I can taste the bitterness every time I breathe.

She’s a homewrecker, a , a who took everything from me and dared to smile while doing it. But I’m not done yet. Oh no, this isn’t over. I’m coming for her. I’m going to rip her apart, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left but a memory fading in the dark. You belong to me. Not to that lying, cheating, filthy . And I will make sure she knows it. That she never belonged to you. That she was just a cruel joke, a pitiful thing trying to steal what was mine all along.

Remember me, darling. Remember the only one who truly loves you. The only one who’s willing to burn the world down just to keep you safe. She’s nothing but a shadow in my light, and soon, very soon, she’ll be gone.

I’m going to erase her. Every smile, every touch, every slutty breath she ever took. And then, finally, you’ll be mine. All mine. Forever.

You’ll see. You’ll finally see. Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Doesn’t matter. I’m so close now. She won’t be smiling much longer. That dress will wrinkle. Those pretty little eyes will close. And then... then you’ll be mine again. Like it was always meant to be.

22.05.2023