She stood by his side for decades. She supported him through the death rays and doomsday devices. When spies and superheroes infiltrated his lair, they would offer her an escape. She always declined.
Was it so difficult to imagine that a man like her husband could feel love? Or that he could be loved in turn? She didn’t expect them to understand. They would leave her, only to be captured by her husband themselves.
Finally, on the eve of his greatest triumph, they toasted with champagne. He took a sip, and she watched, waiting for the poison to start working.

Thanks for reading! For more Everyday Drabbles, Follow me on Facebook and Twitter, and you can support the project on Ko-Fi!