Before he could even wrap his head around what was going on, a sharp blade was already pressed up against his throat. The blade glistened with a dark sheen, obviously coated in poison.
“Celeste, what are you doing?” Stunned by the sharp turn of events, Trent was at a loss at how to react.
He had never thought that the day would come when his wife would threaten him with a blade against his neck.
“Stop calling me that. Your beloved Celeste died a few days ago.” The woman smiled.
“You’re not Celeste? Then who are you?” Trent’s expression was one of utter horror and confusion.
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