Sisters at War — Liliane Robin

Suddenly I knew who the killer was... There he sat, across the table from me, without a shadow of expression on his face. There was no doubt that he had every reason to hate Christabel: her self-serving schemes had ruined him. But was that hatred so overpowering it had to lead to cold-blooded murder? Then, as I stared unbelievingly at him, I felt a deeper, even greater suffering. I couldn't bear the pain if he was guilty. For I loved him with all my heart!