The Fake Death Plot

e hospital. For seven long years, I had lived in a fog of grie

live, vibrant, and kissing Olivia Hayes, his former siste

me to elope with Olivia, living a happy life while I wasted away: my hair turning gray, my w

es filled with intoxicating adoration, murmuring sweet words. Yet, the image of him kissing Olivia, the name "Olivia Hayes" flashing on

h, what he planned to do to me. Th

said, my voice cold. "And David, could you please help me arrange something? I need a bod