Theodore held her body in the morgue for a day and a night without eating or drinking. When he came out, he forced a smile at me.
We were married, but it was only in name. He had not touched me in months. He saw me as an obstacle between him and Rosalie and wanted to kick me out. All I got from him was the cold shoulder.
I grew guilty after what happened. Rosalie was a human being, after all.
Seeing that I was at a loss, Theodore touched my head for the first time. “It has nothing to do with you. I forgot to secure the rope.”
He did not blame me and said he would spend the rest of his life with me from now on.
It was one surprise after another during that period. He took me to a business event and bought me a beautiful dress for the first time. Then, he bought a yacht and said he would take me to Norwol for the weekend to see the northern lights.
For the first time, I found out how romantic he was and how lucky I was to be his woman. I looked forward to that day’s arrival, but I was too naive. When I was enjoying the view on the north-bound yacht, he pushed me overboard.
The waters of the north were so cold that they hurt like arrows piercing the heart.
“Theodore, what are you doing? Pull me up.” I found his eyes infinitely sinister—as if he wanted to tear me alive.
Theodore answered, “Celeste, you killed Rosalie. Do you know how scared she was, up there alone?”
