"She closed the door. I adored my beautiful wife (Rose) truly. She wasn't with me for the money, not like my other wives. I didn't want to take my life. Naturally, I didn't want the poison, it wasn't loyal to Rose. But... they wanted me too and their wish was my command.
Loyally, I took the leather book from under the bed. I had written in it since the day we were married. I had described her beauty and how I had loved her. For such a long time I had wrote about her laugh and her 'imperfections'. The way I had loved her freckles and her rosy cheeks, even if she didn't.
Slowly, I walked over to the desk and sat down. Carefully, I read all of the pages and started to write my last entry. Now I shall..." he thought.
