It was two years ago that my cousin married a former prostitute.
She was those type of runs-girl that you book online and have them sent to your hotel room.
Of course, before he married her, he made her promise to stop sleeping with other men.
Now, a year after they married, my cousin suspected his wife to be meeting other men.
So, what did he do?
He hired an online hitman to follow her around.
He sent the hitman a picture of his wide and told the hitman that if the wife was meeting someone else, he should kill both the wife and the man.
Funnily enough, my cousin was not a faithful husband himself, despite demanding loyalty from his wife. He met up with multiple women in a week and sometimes hired prostitutes online.
That day, he hired a prostitute online and asked the firm to send her to his room.
The prostitute turned out to be his wife, who, like he had suspected, was still meeting and sleeping with other men.
As they were still busy screaming and accusing each other of being unfaithful, the hitman walked in behind in the hotel room, and shot them both in the head with a silenced gun.
Proud of a job well-done, the hitman left the hotel room unnoticed.
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