[ WP ] A villian who thinks he 's a hero realizes he 's the villian . What is he thinking ?

The room shook as he stared into her eyes. With one squeeze, he had forever changed the course of his life. The ringing sound in his ears began to consume him; it became the implacable memory that would forever define this moment. And as he looked at his wife, blood slowly trickling from her mouth as she attempted to speak in jilted, sputtering movements, he began to wonder. 
 What had led to this moment? 6 years ago, he watched as the woman he loved slid a solid, gold ring onto his finger. Now, 6 long years later, he watched as she slowly bled out lying against the wall of their bedroom, the horrified cries of her lover doing little to pierce the silence he kept inside of himself. It really was her fault, he reasoned. I've kept her from something awful, a condemnation to hell for her acts of infidelity. For in her last moments, he had blessed her with his forgiveness in the hopes that a just God might overlook her past transgressions. He had saved her eternal soul. And yet... 
 It really was n't her unfaithfulness that had brought this. It was something else. It was the way she made him coffee. It was the way she talked. It was the look of fear in her eyes that she could somehow never seem to drown out. But more than anything, it was the bitterness in his heart, not towards her, not from anything she had ever done, but from some intangible quality that he possessed as a form of spite towards a life he deemed unjust. When he pulled the trigger, as he watched the light leave her eyes and heard the blood rattle in her throat as she exhaled for the final time, it was then that he finally understood something about himself that he had never realized, and he let out a long overdue laugh, totally disinterested in the pair of fear crazed eyes watching him nervously from the bed.
