In the Reflection of Sky-Colored Eyes

Four years ago, I was the happiest and most in-love man. I married an incredible woman—beautiful, graceful, sexy. I thought of myself as a lucky one who won the lottery of life. But I was wrong. My lawful wife left me, ran away with her lover, leaving me with a two-month-old daughter in my arms. And now I’m obsessed with the thirst for revenge. I’m looking for her; I crave her tears. I want to look into her wicked blue eyes and see in them fear and the realization of inevitable death.
Contains profanity.