Chapter 84 Terror
- AMELIA
- I stared at my blood-stained hands in silence, my pulse beating wildly against my ears. Tearing my gaze from the crimson mess painted all over my fingers, a gasp escaped my lips when I saw the knife half buried in my husband's throat. His eyes were closed, his head lolled backwards at an unnatural angle.
- My knees went weak, and I sank to the ground, shaking and sobbing.