Here's how it happened.

My hatred toward that man has continued to grow. It made itself particularly manifest when he brought that whore war prize home with him. Cassandra he said to call her. I would if I cared. No one believed a word that was coming out of her mouth really, which was for the best. Had they, she could have given away my plan. How she knew, i don't know. It sounded like unintelligent mumbo jumbo if you ask me. But of course, he didn't. He didn't care if he brought someone else into our home. Although I suppose that makes me innocent in regards to my love affair with Aegisthus. We're even.

And you know what else we're even with? The death of a loved one. My manipulative plan worked, and upon his arrival I convinced him to walk on the red carpet. How could he not have seen the dark color represented the blood he shed? Maybe he's become so desensitized from being at war for so long. Just as well. Maybe if he had made the connection, my plan would not have worked.

Agamemnon once told me during an argument that the proper place for a woman was behind a spinning machine, weaving. It's almost as if he wove his own future (pun intended). For so long I sat in the back room, furiously weaving a net that, to the untrained eye, may be used to catch fish in the sea. Instead, I used it to catch the biggest fish of all - Agamemnon. He was so fragile and unprepared, and I seized that moment to take my revenge. He lay there, relaxing in the warm water of his bath, eyes closed. And it was I who did what many and gods alike were unable to do for 10 years. I threw the net over him as he thrashed in the water helplessly. Resistance was completely futile. He thrashed, and I laughed. And I screamed. And I took out the killing object from inside the folds of my clothes, and stabbed him thrice over. Our screams intertwined - both from pain. His from the wounds I inflicted on him, and mine from the years of emotional abuse and loss I suffered from being his wife.

Our house is cursed. He knew this, and he chose to continue the curse. I am not guilty of bloodshed. An eye for an eye. He took my baby girl, and I avenged her death. I am not sorry. The mighty Queen of Argos has nothing to be sorry for. Electra is immersed in grief right now. She keeps moaning something about Orestes. And Aegisthus is relieved for it all to be over. I'm ready to face any consequences may come toward me. But I will remain firm - I am innocent. Agamemnon is dead. And my daughter has been avenged.

*Editor's Note:
Fan Art of Clytemnestra - the kill