To My Lover's Dismay: An anthology of Scorned Lovers

The blade danced on fingertips the smile was wicked. Revenge was sweet, and one cut at a time the sweet lover would feel the pain they had caused…liar, cheater, you shall get your payback. In death do we part, I will love you forever, all lies spitting from one tongue into the ear of a person madly in love. What happens when we learn the truth? What happens when violence becomes the answer to disappointment? Locked away in madness waiting for the time to strike, waiting to punish the dear lover that cleverly tricked your soul. It was time to sever love, one slice at a time. They say love runs deep. What if you could cut into that love and let it bleed upon the floor? To the lover’s dismay, rage was piercing through what was left of the heart, and the blade dancing on fingertips, taking back the power that had been stolen. To the lover’s dismay, the victim will become the enforcer, cutting away the pain of their cheating ways.