After dismembering the body and abandoning it deep in the forest, and returning to the mansion, covered in blood, sweat, and dirt...
"Eve, you must have had a very hard time, didn't you?"
A familiar voice lingered in my ears, and a snake-like arm wrapped around my slender waist. A firm arm, and below the elbow, a thin red line was visible.
It was precisely the part I had cut off.
My husband had returned. It was the third time.
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