Arianna's POV
He killed her. My best friend.
"How am I supposed to believe you?" I whispered, feeling my eyes tear up. "I understand that sometimes he could be a little scary when angry and he did shout and lose his temper if anyone made any mistakes but... but Ambrose wouldn't kill my friend, let alone his parents," sniffling, I used the back of my hand to wipe my tears away.
"Everyone would always tell me that I was the luckiest woman alive to have been able to marry such a wonderful man. He never asked anything of me but my love. He didn't even take any more wives and always assured me that I was the only one for him. He was always by my side, he'd kiss my tears away and we would dance together under the oak tree outside, he'd make me laugh and smile and he made me feel so... alive... Ambrose, my Rose wouldn't... kill."