Tomorrow a short story(Competition Married to a Monster)

The gate slams as he enters. Mud on his shoes.
Dirt stains on the beige carpet.
Hunny, I'm home! Sounds of the bedroom T.V on. His footsteps were heavy, walking upstairs.
Opens the door and sees me laying naked on the bed fast a sleep.
He lays beside me and kisses my lips.
I wake up scared.Babe you home early..
With out a word he goes and showers. I must of past out I said.
I put on my robe and head downstairs to cook a meal for us. I had this feeling somebody watching me.
We ate together outside on our patio.He stared at me with anger.
I said... whats wrong!
I need to go out of town for a couple of days.
He was an architect for corporate building name Solaris.
I told him that it was fine.
And when he was leaving.
Tonight he said with a deep tone voice.
I was puzzle by this last minute trip.
The phone rings many times so I decided to pick it up. But he grab it.
He didn't speak only listened and hang up the phone.
He started to pack quickly as possible. I ask if I could help. He said no that he was fine.
I had this gut feeling things were not fine.
He told me to go and visit my sister for while.
He hugged me tight and kiss me hard. Told me he loved me.
I decided to call Solaris to confirm his flight with his secretary.
But no one answered. I told him I would drive him to the airport.
He said that his pal Morgan will drop him off.
I called my sister Penny that lived upstate New York. She agreed to pick me up for the weekend.
A black suv pulled in front of the street.
My husband hugged me again with his sad eyes.
Hold my hand and told me he will call.
I waved goodbye. I went back upstairs to the bedroom and saw his suitcase. I called him on his cell but it kept on ringing.
I heard a phone ring downstairs on the livingroom sofa.
And there was his cellphone. He forgot his phone too.
All this seem to weird to me.
I called Solaris again and his secretary answered. She told me that my husband Tim didn't work there no more.
That it has been weeks, since he was fired. What?
Now I was so confused about all this. I didn't know what to do!
Where the hell was my husband!Should I call the police..
I stood home instead of going to my sisters house.
I received a unknown call.
But they hanged up on me. So I called back.
A women answered I told her that she just called my phone.
She said that she was looking for Morgan.
I told her that his friend Tim lived here. She hanged up.
I called again but her phone was disconnected.
WTF? Can you even do that?
I decided to call the police but they asked if my husband was missing.
I said no but all these things were happening.
They said to call when he is missing!Omg!I felt hopeless!
I called my sister. She told me to google him online.
I google Tim Berns.
But nothing! A article of a massacre in Mississippi killed 20 people in a church.A man known as Tim Brall.
So I googled Tim Brall under images.
And my husband photo popped up.This is a mistake!
Supposedly Tim Brall is wanted for numerous murders.
My face turned pale.
I felt I was going to have a panic attack.
I went upstairs I checked everything but only found a paper with the number 799.
I called the police telling them everything I found.
They checked my home for hours didn't find anything.
They told me to stay home in case he calls or appears to track him. The cops were outside my house. I heard a bang coming from the basement. So I went down stairs to check.
I felt a hard bang to my head. I woke up in pool of blood.
Barely could see straight. There was my husband with a bat looking at me.
I touched my head and I was still bleeding.He was screaming at me with so much anger. BITCH!! What you did! You fucking bitch!
Now I have to kill you! You couldn't keep your mouth shut!! You had to make me go this far! Who are you I asked!
Your fucking worst nightmare! Why are you doing this! He pulls out a big butcher knife. I screamed with agony. No! No! No! please!
You know I always loved you but you forced me to this, he said. I had to do it, you don't understand!! He cuts his own throat in front of me. With tears in his eyes he layed there dead. I cried so much. I could't believe what just happened. After all this nightmare has past. I did a little investigation of my own.
He grew up in Mississippi in the same church that he killed those people. He was sexually abused by the pastor there for years.  The church and his family covered the incident.
Making Tim Brall seem like a liar.
Making him believe it was his sickness and his own imagination.
His family then moved to New York City.
Leaving everything behind.
The 20 people killed, was the pastor and his entire family.
Tim Brall suffered from Bipolar disorder and Schizophrenia disorder. Diagnosed in his early teen age years. I never knew that my husband had so much skeletons in his closet.
Tears down my eyes letting this tragedy wash away.
And closing this chapter of my life.
Hoping for a better tomorrow.