A hearty, delicious dinner prepared, cooked and served with lethal love.
Tom and Bea are celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary. It was a sort of a celebration after Tom’s kidnapping ordeal in the hands of an insane woman, Cleo, which almost destroyed their marriage. Bea, famously known in the food industry as the fairy chef, concocted a special three-course meal, plus a delectable dessert for Tom . . . to die for.
When love borders in insanity, the consequences are deadly.
My dear Husband,
I don’t know if words will ever be enough to tell you everything I wanted to say. Or if this, in any way, can assuage my guilt. I just want to get this out of my chest because it pains me so much.
As you read this letter, please believe me, I never meant to hurt you. I love you. I never stopped loving you, even when I was with him.
I’m so sorry I was unfaithful to you. I’m not proud of it. There will never be a logical reason or explanation for my behavior. I won’t even dare rationalize my actions and turn the blame on you. No, you don’t deserve the blame. You, who have been my anchor of strength, my pillar of hope ever since I can remember. You, who have been the kindest to me even when I was not, who accepted me despite my flaws and faults, and gave me security and comfort in life.
I know. I should be cursed. I should be flogged. I should be punished.