He Was the Perfect Husband. Did I Kill Him？
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At 11:00 AM, my husband, Silas Vexille, slowly drowned in our indoor thermal pool.
At the time, I was having my usual morning tea with the other mafia wives in the estate's back garden.
The pool room was directly above the garden, barely a dozen feet away.
Originally, if I had gone back to the main house at 11:00 as usual, I would have had plenty of time to save him.
But as fate would have it, Victoria Harrison insisted on inviting us over to her nearby home to see her new pink diamond.
At 11:20 AM, my daughter April and I pushed open the doors to the pool room.