WHAT HAVE I JUST DONE; THE STORY OF LOVE GONE SOUR

Hello fellow Steemians, as I welcome you to yet another edition of Steemit Virus Contest awarding creativity anchored by @gbenga, permit me to also humbly say that this is my first time of participating in this contest, and my interpretation will differ from the trend I've seen so far on this one.

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In the photo above, I see the soiled hands of a man with his wedding band on his finger, surrounded by darkness, regretting an act committed unintentionally; the story unfolding below is my description, sit tight as we go on this cruise.

It was a year and six months ago today that Steve saw her as he was stepping out of the grocery shop, tall, gorgeous, and beautiful in a mesmerizing way, instantly he was swallowed by her aura, and that smile she had nailed him. That was the moment that turned his life around, at that very moment he was ready to do anything to have her, it was love at first sight.

Clara was beautiful and she knew it, at a very early age, she got to know about the impact her beauty had on men. With her facial looks which appeared to have been sculptured by a master, she had a perfect athletic figure with all the curves at the right place, in fact she looked like an Amazon. Discovering how powerful her beauty made her, turned her into a manipulative woman.

When Steve came along, she saw an opportunity waiting, a young successful man who inherited a very powerful conglomerate from his father, and was doing a very good job at running it even doing better than his late father. His income was way above six figures and he was a very handsome hunk.

One thing that kept Steve at the top of the chain in business was the fact that he could smell a rat from miles away, his instincts were very sharp, but in this case he was blinded by his love for this woman that he never saw she had an agenda.

Exactly three months after that first meeting, they got married. Steve was the dutiful husband, showered her with care, provided for her what ever she wanted, and loved her dearly. Clara on the other hand was busy with her shopping, placing her demands and spending his money mercilessly.

Nothing Steve did was ever right, she always found fault in all his gestures, she always found a way to make him feel bad, to make him feel he was always wrong, but he kept working towards making things better between them. He continued giving in to her demands and showering her with gifts, but it was never enough.

Steve came in earlier than usual today, he was hoping to spend some quality time with his paragon of beauty, probably spend some time out since it was a Friday night, what he didn't bargain for was the surprise waiting for him.

As he let himself into his house with his key, there in his living room was a pair of shoe he recognized immediately, it belongs to Mark his best friend, in fact Mark was his best man on his wedding day.

What was Mark's shoe doing here, his car wasn't in the drive way, it was then he noticed other garments littered all over the place, Mark's pants, his shirts,....... Clara's top, God please let this be a dream.

As he went up the stairs, more garments were littered, and he could now hear them, as he got closer he heard them more vividly, they didn't even have the decency to use another room, didn't even have the decency to shut the door.

Right there in the master bedroom with the door ajar, on his matrimonial bed, he saw his best friend Mark, ravaging his own beloved Clara. They were going at it like dogs in heat and didn't even notice his presence. He was in a fury, blinded by rage, and without thinking he picked up the vase on the table and hit Mark from behind.

Mark fell crushing Clara beneath him with his weight, "get off me stud" she said as she pushed his lifeless body aside and turned around only to see her husband with the vase in his hands. She screamed and tried to stir her lover it was then she noticed the blood. She looked at Steve pleadingly as she couldn't even talk, she has never seen this kind of rage in his eye before, his stare was cold and murderous.

Tell me he raped you, Steve said.
Baby I'm sorry, responded Clara.
Tell me the son of a bitch raped you, he screamed this time.
Am so sorry baby, she responded.
Bitch he screamed as he smashed the vase on her head, and instantly her body became lifeless.

He sat there looking at her lifeless body, his beautiful Clara, what has he done. Clara he called out softly, but it was too late, there was no response. The veil of anger has lifted, his fury was gone and and he was left hollow. It dawned on him he has two murders on his hands.

His instincts took over, he became like a man on autopilot, he had to clean this mess. He quickly wrapped the two bodies in two separate sheets cleared the sheets on the bed and had to seat waiting for the cover of darkness.

As soon as it was dark he loaded up the bodies in the trunk of his car, put in a spade, and drove to the outskirts of town where he spent hours digging, and buried the both of them, covering his crime.

He quickly drove back home and with his hands soiled he was thinking how could this have happened. How on earth didn't he know that Clara was cheating right under his nose.

To clean up the remaining mess he called the cops to report that his wife was missing.

He might have covered his tracks well, but he has gotten his hands dirty, with his wedding band as a constant reminder of a love gone sour, and the guilt would forever haunt him.

In his moment of rage he soiled his hands.