Synopsis
I killed my husband.
It was the third time.
I dumped his body in pieces deep in the woods and came back to the mansion covered in blood, sweat, and dirt.
"Eve, you've been through a lot, haven't you?"
A familiar voice. A snakelike arm wrapping around her waist. Strong grip. A red line of flesh below the elbow — exactly where she had cut.
Her husband had come back.
For the third time.
