A Difficult Husband at Home

On the high seas, a magnificent, custom-built ocean liner drifted leisurely along. There was little sign of anyone coming and going aboard, and in the glow of the setting sun, it seemed mysterious and still. Several people sat at the bow, facing the sunset. The afterglow cast long shadows behind them, and they seemed to shimmer with a golden light, looking all the more mysterious against the vast expanse of ocean. The only woman sat in the middle of the five. Her expression was indifferent as she gazed at the horizon where sea met sky. The chill around her and the faintly radiating aura of murderous intent seemed to blend into her very being, making it impossible to tell whether the killing intent had created her, or she had created the killing...