I had been killed. My death was caused because I had killed my husband 20 years ago. The man whom I thought I loved, the man who pleased me the most, the man who made me feel safe. But this same person was not the one I thought. His wrong deeds led to his death. And believe me, he had deserved it, more than anyone in the world! I'm a new Wattpad writer. read my stories and leave comments so that I can improve. thanks
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