Caught Him Killing His First Love

Synopsis

My husband was a writer who focused on perfect-crime novels. He loved me with an almost obsessive devotion. But a friend swore that on New Year's Eve, they saw him escort his old flame into a hotel. Enraged, I barged in with people in tow, determined to catch him red-handed and destroy his reputation. Yet when the door opened, there was no scandalous affair, only the suffocating reek of blood. Clad in a raincoat, my husband was methodically dismembering his old flame, his movements mirroring those in his books. He glanced back at me and smiled, his tone soft, almost tender. "Don't be scared, sweetheart. This is only the appetizer. We'll take our time with our main course."