Now her ashes are all over her portrait. It had been a normal night for me, I had come home drunk as usual. But this time, my wife had had enough. She confronted me about my drinking and we got into a heated argument. I was so angry that I threw our new vase at her face.
The next thing I knew, a bright light engulfed the room and my wife had disappeared. I was in shock and I quickly searched the house, but she was nowhere to be found. I went back to the living room and saw that the vase was still in pieces and her portrait was now covered in ash.
I knew that something terrible had happened and I was filled with guilt and regret. I had killed my wife in a fit of rage. I had no idea what had happened, but I knew that I could never take it back.
I was left with nothing but her portrait, now covered in her ashes. I could never forget the horror of that night and the guilt that I had caused.