Danny was on his deathbed, with his wife Kimberly at his side. She held his cold hand and tears silently streamed down her face. His pale lips moved.

"Kim," he said.

"Hush," she quickly interrupted, "don't talk."

But he insisted. "Kim," he said in his tired voice. "I have to talk. I must confess."

"There is nothing to confess," said the weeping Kimberly. "It's all right. Everything's all right."

"No, no. I must die in peace. I must confess, honey, that I have been unfaithful to you."

Kim stroked his hand. "Now Danny, sweetheart, don't be concerned. I know all about it," she sobbed. "Why else would I poison you?"