I lay wasted. I can't move. I struggle to get up but I have nothing left. "She's won," I think to myself. I cant go on. I have nothing left. I want to give up. Kate's gone what do i have left. My mind lingers between the awake and comotose. There is no death only life.
"Walter! Walter! What happaned?"
Masked gunmen and poisoned gravy - how my wife plotted to kill me
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Michelle Mills conspired with Geraint Berry to murder her husband,
Christopher Mills.
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