300 Writing Prompts: Unhappy Ending

I met my husband in graduate school--we were both budding novelists and creative types who were perfect for each other. He was my stabilizer and laughed at my goofiness; I was his support and encouragement.

Then I found out he was cheating on me. I packed his things and had them sitting on the front porch and waited for him to come home. "You're out," I said, when he stepped out of his car. He looked at me with a shocked expression, but said nothing, and loaded up the car.

After coming home from work I found my books burned and all my WIPs on my PC deleted...even from the cloud. Everything I had written was destroyed.

So I killed him.