Becky was on her deathbed, with her husband Jake at her side.

he held her cold hands and tears silently treamed down his face

. Her pale lips moved. "Jake," she said.
"Hush, dont talk honey." he quickly interrupted. But she insisted. "Jake, I have to talk. I must confess."
"There is nothing to confess, its all right. Everything is all right." said the weeping jake.
"No, no. I must die in peace. I must confess jake, that i have been unfaithful to you."
Jake stroked her hand. "Now, becky, dont be concerned. I know all about it." he sobbed. 'why else would I have poisoned you?