Derrick’s POV As I left my mother’s room to go to my room where Arabelle awaited me, I didn’t have all the thoughts a normal groom will have on the night of his wedding, I didn’t have thoughts of how tonight, Arabelle will spend the night in my arms, I was not thinking of how tonight I will be able to make all my imaginations into reality, I wasn’t thinking of anything except the words my mother had told me, I was thinking of ways to kill my new bride, to kill the woman I loved with all my heart and I felt at peace with the thought. When I arrived at the door to my bedroom where Arabelle was no doubt waiting for me, she was probably dressed in a way that was designed to make me lose my sanity, I took a breath and gently knocked on the door, I heard her voice from within asking

