Upgrading her husband

Stacy glided through the marble halls of the mansion, the gun humming in her silk robe pocket like a second heartbeat.

This changes everything.

She’d put up with Richard’s... limitations for years. The way he’d huff and puff through two minutes of missionary before rolling off her. The way he’d buy her another Chanel bag every time she faked an orgasm. The way his soft, middle-aged body jiggled under his tailored suits.

But now?

Now she didn’t have to settle.

Their master bedroom door whispered open. Richard stood at the en suite sink, his back to her as he brushed his teeth. Same receding hairline. Same paunch barely contained by his business attire. Same disappointment.

Stacy’s fingers curled around the gun.

Why choose between money and pleasure when you can have both?

She raised the weapon, imagining the perfect husband:

Younger. Hotter. Better in bed. The kind of man who’d pin her to these silk sheets and make her scream for reasons that had nothing to do with acting.

Richard turned- just as she pulled the trigger.

“Stacy, what are you- ?”

The blast of white light swallowed his words.