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Her husband mockingly called her “Cork.” He thought she was so stupid and useless. She really did look ugly, helpless—and she was no good with technology. Everything she touched broke. It’s amazing that the gun even fired! It should have misfired. But the bullet hit her exactly in the temple. Yet if it was suicide, why so much in this case is strange and unclear? Isn’t it shocking to learn that this plain-looking woman, an ordinary housewife, had a rich lover—someone she adored her— that a beautiful successful friend worshiped her, and that “Cork” herself was a well-known writer and had quite a fortune? Many could have wanted her death: envious relatives, and those who borrowed money from her. Or maybe we’re talking about two different women? Or maybe she was such a good actress and got paid back for playing a double game? Who is her mysterious enemy—maybe so close that no one ever thought to suspect him?