There’s no denying it. Your husband is a murderer.

You witnessed it with your own eyes – at the volleyball court across your apartment on the night of February 16th. Every single detail – From a falling leaf to the last drop of blood – was engraved in your brain. You still remember it so vividly.

“Princess, breakfast’s ready. Look, the omelette’s a perfect circle today.” Nathaniel’s laughter filled the room, but there’s a dead silence in your heart.

He has no clue you saw it.