"Laughing at how foolish you are," the Mayor's Wife shook her head, "Have you always thought that when you met me, you were like a hero, saving me from the quagmire?
A great hero rescuing a helpless, beautiful young girl, then marrying her and giving her a luxurious life?
That's what you've always thought, right?"
"What else?" The Mayor frowned, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he quickly shook his head, "Impossible, it can't all be a calculated plan.
I met you eight years ago, eight years ago you were... only fourteen? Fifteen?
A fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, scheming to marry me, and then... planning to betray and kill me eight years later? It's impossible!
Besides, even if I like something fresh, these years with you, I've treated you well... I've let you make a lot of money. The hotel in the city, I also tacitly allowed you to open it!
You have also saved a lot of money in your European bank account."
