80 Who is your wife and who is your murderer?

"Nice to meet you again, my beloved husband."

Luis studied Marsella's face and demeanor in silence. Although she still looked the same, she felt different. The wife he married was smart and cunning. If one wasn't careful enough, they would meet their impending doom without realizing it. 

Meanwhile, this Marsella, who was right in front of him, was nothing but dangerous. 

Those pairs of crimson eyes, which used to look at him with unimaginable affection, were replaced with contempt. There was no love in her eyes right now. If anything, she looked at him as if he meant nothing. 

Or rather, Marsella was staring at him like how one would stare at their possession. It was almost insulting. Despite that, Luis remained calm while watching her sit upright. 

Marsella picked up the sword beside her, tossing it to him without looking. Luis caught it on instinct, eyes still on her.