Bluebeard’s Wife

Everyone deserves their privacy, thought Bluebeard’s wife. Everyone needs a room to put their feet up.

  • Excerpt

    She still couldn’t believe it. She knew that it was true, of course, she’d been the one to go into that awful charnel room in the first place.

    Still. Whatever his other faults — ha — he’d been easy to talk to. She had never exactly been in love with him, but they’d been good friends. His offer of marriage had gotten her away from her house and the prying of her sisters.