[ WP ] You and your wife wear rings that let you feel each other 's heartbeat . Your wife dies and is buried with the ring on , and you always wear the ring in memorial to her . One day the ring turns on again ...

`` Another day in hell, right James?'' I said to my coworker as we sat poolside. 
 
 `` Right. This is the last time we come to Hawaii for a client, I ca n't stand this torture.'' 
 
 We shared a laugh, then continued reading our books in silence. I was three hundred pages deep into a romance novel that I bought for five dollars under James' recommendation at the Wal-Mart across the street. He was reading `` The anatomy and psychology of the penguin''. He was oddly obsessed with this book, but whatever man, different strokes. 
 
 I turned the page, revealing the first page of part three. The page was blank other than the bold font in the center reading `` a lovers quarrel''. I stopped reading and fell into a deep metaphorical pit of reflectance on the night I had spent fighting with my wife before I left on this damn trip. I glanced at the ring on my left ring finger, and a smile swept over my face as I basked in the feeling of her heartbeat pulsating through my ring. These rings were the first in the industry that had the touch feature, totally worth the twenty thousand dollars each in moments like these. 
 
 I snapped out of it and turned the page to the content in part three. The first ten pages described a horrific case of domestic violence between two characters, a husband and wife. The man, unable to handle the marriage any longer due to his wife's severe PTSD, decided that he would kill his wife in her sleep. He succeeded, with a significant struggle on the wife's part, leaving the husband with a broken wrist and stab wound above his right hip. What a disgusting man that husband is, no wife should be harmed by her husband. 
 
 `` James, why did you suggest this book, you know I love my wife.'' 
 
 James responded with silence, the slowly looked at me with a beat red face and bloodshot eyes. He screamed at the top of his lungs `` STOP IT, YOU'RE HURTING ME.'' 
 Knowing James, he was playing a joke on me. 
 
 `` Real funny James, cut it out.'' 
 
 Upon standing from my pool chair, I awoke standing in my kitchen. There was a knife in my abdomen and my arm broken at the wrist. The ring in my finger was pulsating harder than it ever has before, then it suddenly stopped. 
 
 `` Not her, please lord not her.'' I thought as I ran into our bedroom. There she was, laying on our bed. Her eyes were open and lifeless, and there was blood leaking out of a large slice in her throat. I ran back to the kitchen, pulled the knife out of my side with my healthy arm, and proceeded to sew the hole shut. That whole trip was a dream. As I thought that to myself the reality sunk in. 
 
 I just killed my wife. I murdered her in my sleep. I'm going to prison if I survive. I'll get raped in prison. 
 
 I laid the body of my once gorgeous wife in the trunk of my Honda Prius, grabbed my shovel, and began driving to the hills. I found a spot where I was going to bury her. 
 As I began to dig my wife's grave, my Katy Perry ringtone began to play in my pocket. I frantically answered it, blurting the first words I thought of `` I'm innocent I did n't do it!'' 
 
 `` Sir, we received a notification of an irregular heartbeat on your wife's touch band, is she alright?'' 
 
 Shit, I had forgotten that they tracked heartbeats on those things. 
 
 `` We just had some nasty ass sex man, apologies for the worry.'' 
 
 `` Alright sir, have a good night.'' 
 
 `` You too.'' 
 
 Hah, what a sucker. I finished digging her grave, and laid her into it. As I pulled my bible out of my fanny pack, and began to read excerpts from it while shoveling dirt into the grave, I felt my finger start to feel a pulsating sensation again. 
 
 `` FUCK, ZOMBIE!'' I yelled as I proceeded to smack my dead spouse with a shovel. As I made contact with her head, I was suddenly poolside. James was standing over me, telling me how I had slipped and hit my head. 
 
 `` How long have I been out?'' 
 
 `` Like an hour asshole, get your dumb ass up.'' 
 
 My ring was happily pulsating as I used it to punch James in the arm for playing a joke on me like that. 
 
 Upon arrival at home, my wife apologized for fighting with me, and so did I. I explained to her the dream I had while unconscious by the pool, and she made me sleep on the couch. She's alive, and there are n't any zombies, so I guess there is a happily ever after.
