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 Cel