My Husband Just Won’t Die

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I killed my husband.It was the third time.Deep in the forest, I cut the body into pieces and discarded it.Filthy with blood, sweat, and dirt, I returned to the mansion…“Eve, it looks like you’ve had a hard time?”A familiar voice lingered in my ears,and snake-like arms wrapped around my slender waist.Firm arms—beneath the elbow, I saw a thin red line.It was exactly where I had cut him.My husband had returned.For the third time.