“How did you survive? Most women would have given up.”
“If I had given up, he would have won, because he needed me alive.”
“So what happened?”
“Death is too easy a victory. I preferred the more difficult path—the one proportional to the hatred I carried. He tried forcing me to sign power of attorney papers and I agreed, but with one condition: I wanted a lady’s companion.”
“And how would that help?”
“My dear, I had already killed my husband. So I asked myself: what could two women accomplish together?” She smiles with satisfaction. “He signed his own death sentence the moment he agreed. Bella, the young woman he hired, became my ally. One night, after he drank too much, we managed to lock him in the basement. We simply left him there to rot slowly. I spread rumors that he abandoned me
