Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 My Fault

Miserable miser, Hubby be,

Always saying I spent too much.

Wasting money he blamed on me,

But I wasn't sorry for such.

We needed his money to live.

In the basement Hubby had built

A vault for his money, and give

Only when I admitted guilt

For spending and all fault was mine,

Which of course I knew was a lie,

But came true by my own design.

Doing Hubby in, at fault was I.

As I locked Hubby in his vault,

I told him, "This is all my fault."