Just What the Bitch Deserves

'John, pull over...' Sarah murmured.
'And the crime rate these days...'
'John...I need to tell you -'
'It's a disgrace. Not to mention a health hazard!'
'JOHN! SHUT UP! I'M SLEEPING WITH YOUR BROTHER!!' she cried.

The words hammered into John's brain. He turned his head to stare at his wife. Sarah was welling up, her eyes closed. A tear broke free and ran down her cheek.

The car smashed into a wall at nearly 40mph. Both driver and passenger lay in the wreckage, mortally wounded.

Oh yes. That'll serve the bitch right thought John, as darkness descended on him.