Aah, 16 July, 1809.

What a night it was!

One of the most splendid, ever!

I woke up to find myself lying on a hospital bed not unlike the one on which i had killed Suzanne and Alexander. Except, in this case, i wasn't being stabbed. Instead, two nurses were caressing my forehead, James by my side, calling out to me, shouting for Sam Viktor when he saw me stir. A few minutes later, when everyone calmed down, Sam Viktor came up to me and told me......that i was pregnant!

I was shocked out of my wits? Me, pregnant? Again? Oh, no!

No, no, no, no! This was not supposed to happen right now! I was in the prime of my life! Another child right now would mean disaster for me! I couldn't do this to anyone, least of all, myself!

In a fit, I told Sam that he was wrong. There was no way in hell that I could be pregnant!

Sam looked at me quizically, as did James. Only then did it occur to me that the expected me to be HAPPY! Of course, I should've known.

So, i gave them a huge grin and pretended to be surprised instead of shocked. I hugged James, congratulated him on becoming a father, and then came to askthe inevitable question expected of me..."Where is Mother? Why don't I see her with you, James? Is she all right?"

Tears came to his eyes. How would he tell his dear pregnant wife that her mother was just brutally killed? But full marks to him, he didn't try to hide anything. He came straight to the point and told me everything. Of course, he didn't know who was responsible, but he did imply that he would definitely find out who did this.

I have a confession to make. I got scared.

I thought James actually would get to the bottom of the murders and being the righteous man he was, get me adequately punished. So I did what any sane person would do. I killed him.

*******

killing James was one of the hardest things I ever had to do, and that includes the ordeal i went through while nursing his son.

I had decided that I would kill James only after the birth of his child, so as to secure his fortune.

So almost a year to the date I killed my mother, i murdered James.

It was pretty simple. I didn't want blood, but poison would mean immediate suspicion on me. So, I did the most logical thing I could. I threw him off a cliff. Plain and simple. Organise a picnic, schedule it for a rainy day, go to another place to escape the weather, land up on a cliff, push the husband off! What could possibly go wrong?

My luck held, and nothing did. Everything went according to the plan. The murder was clean, marked accidental.