Who are you, Xavier?

"Go ask your husband. I was wrong about you bewitching my brother. If he was bewitched he would have shown his real self to you. Maybe he never trusted you otherwise you would have never asked me." Arthur snorted, his steps getting farther away from him, and then disappeared.

Agatha didn't stop him, she was more dazed by what he said. He was right. If Xavier wanted he could have always shown her the truth. Maybe the truth was that this love confession was another act of his. She was such a fool to believe him. She was nothing but weak. Still, a naive and innocent lady who got played and died. What even changed? Nothing. She again trusted the same man that ordered her killing.