I practise my shock-horror face in the mirror for the seventh time. 'My husband, he's . . . dead.'
Being the Lady of The Manor isn't enough for me. I need to kill my husband, so I can claim his fortune. Only he keeps escaping death. And then, when he finally takes a tumble in Snowdonia, it turns out someone saw me leaving him to die. So now I have to pretend he's alive, continuing social engagements alone under the guise he is working abroad. Because if the police investigate his death they'll discover the series of 'accidents' he's survived since we've been married and it won't take them long to find out who I am, and what I've done.