Chapter - 52
"So that bastard was just bored of his wife," Leo asked, his hand idly traced the curve of her hip under the silk sheet.
"But did he ever reply? Did the bastard finally acknowledge his wife?" Leo asked.
Seraphine lay against Leo's chest, her eyes fixed on the canopy above.
Seraphine shook her head, a cold, humorless smile touching her lips.
"The reply never came," she whispered, "And even if it had come, it wouldn't have mattered."
"Isolde would never have been able to read it."
She turned her head, looking Leo dead in the eye. Her expression was devoid of guilt.
"Because she died that night."
Leo raised an eyebrow, "And I presume, you killed her."
"I did," Seraphine admitted.
"It wasn't in any rush. I had prepared for it for weeks."
"I didn't stab her or strangle her."
