I killed my husband.
It was the third time.
I dumped his body in pieces deep in the woods and returned to the mansion, filthy with blood, sweat, and dirt…
“Eve, you’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?”
A familiar voice rang in her ears, and a snakelike arm wrapped around her slender waist.
A strong arm, a red line of flesh below the elbow.
It was exactly where she had cut herself.
Her husband had returned.
For the third time.
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