avoring the words. "He loves me. He thinks you'

g me this?" I asked

wanted to ruin you. Originally, I was going to frame you with some sleazy producer to destroy your reputatio

ayed the victim. I made him think you were the mo

nd unfamiliar feeling. "I'll tel

. "He's on his way back

g on a heavy, ornate letter opener on L

oing?" I cried,

on to hate you eve

ter opener across her own forearm, creating a long, bloody

m stood there, his phone in hi

aw me, standing frozen a few feet away. He didn't

shing to Savannah's side. "

into his arms, cradling her

said, my voice shaking.

ith contempt. "I knew you were crazy,

. "You're coming with me to the hospital

shing down on me. He looked at me, his wife, and saw a

is face grim. Savannah was pr

his voice cold and final. "

t my side. He didn't care about the truth. He only cared abo