p with a flicker of intere
via, you shou
d, my voice sweet. "It' s for our anniversary. Le
say so." He stumbled towards the bedroom, collapsing onto the bed without even taking
box sat on the coffee table, a beautif
had never gone in without his permission. Tonight, I didn' t care. T
ng. Now it felt like a predator' s den. I started searching. His desk was organize
y heart hammered against my ribs. I knew this was it. I found a small letter opener on
ts, no secret papers. There was a single, leather-bou
aduation, a radiant smile on her face. Chloe sleeping on a couch, a book resting o
The first entry was dated fifteen years ago
ay. She looked like an angel. I wish she w
s obsession. Every page was about Chloe. What she wore, what she said,
around. Olivia' s kindness makes her a perfect shield. No on
pages faster and faster. And then I found it. An entry fr
needs a transplant, or she will die. Ethan is useless, his family can'
ntry was a
. A car accident can be arranged. It must look tragic, unavoidable. Olivia will be devastated, which will make my comfort a
rote it all down. He planned my mother' s murder and documented it like a science project. His proposal, our
fire of pure hatred. He had mourned with me, held me as I cried for my mother, all whi
, once a desperate, grief-stricken impulse, now solidified into something
y. I went into our bathroom and looked at my reflection. The long, waist
ent' s hesitation, I gathered the long strands and began to cut. The sound of the blades slicingjagged. I looked nothing like Chloe anymore.
ould begin the next phase of my plan. I had money saved, a secret
to visit. A family that had
revenge I had planned felt too simple now. He deserved so much