While opening his bills, he found her envelope.

Its fragrance made him think of perfumed hotel soap.

The razor blade inside it almost cut his hand.

Note said: "Your hour glass will soon run out of sand.

That girl you met last week was my paid prostitute.

You never saw the signs beneath her business suit.

Don't worry married man. No, I wont tell your wife.

The gift you received from me will soon take your life.

You've lied so many times, and, now, your payback's here.

You'll feel the pain you gave. This aint your lucky year.

I've planned this quite a while. You don't remember me.

Suffice to say: You're positively HIV."

His doctor soon assured him that this wasn't true.

The sender of the note her name he never knew.

He stopped the infidelities he couldn't hide.

And never guessed the note was penned by his own bride.