Chapter 163

My stomach drops.

Not because I'm scared. I should be scared. Any sane woman would hear that and run.

But I'm not sane anymore, am I?

I stopped being sane the day I married a man who kills people the way normal men take out the trash.

That's fucked up, right? That's so completely fucked up I can't even process it.

But some sick part of me—the part that married him, that stayed, that keeps coming b