His Love Was My Executioner

While I was being tortured on a spinning wheel, my husband, Don Percival Tremaine, was introducing his new fiancée to the family.

His arm was wrapped around that nurse. “If I were to abandon a woman this good, I wouldn’t be fit to be the Don!”

"Liliana? She might as well be dead!"

My torturer plunged the knife into me. "One last chance. Are you going to call him or not?"

I gritted my teeth. "He doesn't want me anymore. What's the point?"

Ten days later, the FBI discovered a woman's badly decomposed body by the lake.

And the man who had wished me dead... lost his mind.