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.