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.