Chapter 27 – Aria

• “That son of a bitch deserved to die,” she states, her voice heavy with hatred and a sickly satisfaction. “Thank God he’s dead, and I’m finally free.”
• My thoughts spiral. None of this makes sense. How can this woman, who should be in mourning, be celebrating the death of her own husband?
• “He was a horrible man, not just as your boss but also as my husband,” she continues, her voice soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the setting. The smoothness of her words viscerally clashes with the reality I find myself in: bound, trapped, defenseless. Yet the expression on her face carries a disturbing mix of pride and malice, as if she is finally savoring the power she never had.