My Husband Simply Won't Die

I killed my husband. It was the third time. I had dismembered the body deep in the forest and returned to the mansion, covered in blood, sweat, and dirt... *“Eve, have you been through a lot?”* A familiar voice echoed in her ears, and serpentine arms wrapped around her slender waist. Strong arms—she could see a red line below the elbow. It was exactly where she had cut him. Her husband had returned. For the third time. (Source: Ridibooks, translated)