Source:(picture of open scissors in someone’s hand)
He wished his third wife were here. She was younger and prettier and made other men’s eyes follow him, with envy. But she was away on one of her weekends and he was stuck staring at his first wife’s ugly, wrinkled face.
“How could you let this happen to her?” he spat angrily over his daughter’s broken body on the hospital bed between them. “How could you let her marry him?” He turned and stomped towards the door.
He didn’t notice the scissors until they were stabbed through his trachea.
“How could you let this happen?” his first wife asked.