A Tale Of ImmoralityChapter 8 A Foretaste of Damnation
He must have thought he killed us both. He should have. I am Anne. I betrayed my husband. And in the end I was unable to stop my betrayal. He found out, of course. He killed my lover. He almost killed me. Then he killed himself. No. I killed him. I know. I have no right to live on. But I do. I could annoy you with repentance and remorse, but I won't. Not because I don't honestly feel it. I do feel remorse, about ten tons of it and they all weigh on my heart. But there is no point, is...