lambs to the slaughter

“Oh my god, look at them!” Tori laughed as she Instagramed the stampede. John looked at her belly instead. She would deliver in three weeks. He thought about the new nursery she lavishly decorated. Thought about the countless dinners he spent entertaining her friends as they fawned over her pregnancy. But what he thought about most was the vasectomy he had three years ago before they married. Armed with divorce papers highlighting the infidelity clause of their prenuptial, he looked at the sheep. “Like lambs to the slaughter,” he thought. “Tori, I have a surprise for you. Open the glovebox.”
sheep-and-car

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