I don't feel guilty.
He died. Technically it was not my fault. I wish I was more to blame, that I planned it to happen this way. But in the end it doesn't really matter. He had to go or he would have destroyed her. Now he cannot keep hurting her. She would never stop him or defend herself. She blamed herself for his unapologetic attitude regarding his lack of self control. She cried for a week. But now all the people he wouldn't let her see or talk to are all around her and she is smiling through the tears, talking, hugging. She is going to be fine now. All because he slipped and broke his neck. An accident. Not homicide. A life was saved, not lost. Thank you God.