That night, so many people died that their screams became background noise.[]
At dawn, I learned he’d prepared plane tickets, saving only me
Blood dripped steadily from his finger stump, each drop echoing in my
cars.
He ripped his shirt, expertly bandaging the wound.
“Reagan, don’t make me hate you.“[]
The scene overlapped with eight years ago.
When he chopped off my boyfriend’s hands, he smiled and told
“Reagan, hate me. If you can’t love me, at least hate will make you remember me.“]
Maybe our relationship started twisting from that moment.[]
Wrong beginnings never have happy endings.[]
Wendy grabbed Marcus’s gun, pointing it at me with shaking hands.]
“If you hurt Marcus, I’ll never forgive your“]
Poor thing couldn’t even find the trigger.
I stepped closer as she screamed hysterically.[]
In a f
flash, I struck her wrist and took the gun.
Then pressed it to her forehead.
Click.
Wendy collapsed like a broken doll, shrieking and clutching her head.]]
“Know your place before you try revenge.”
“Marcus, your taste is shit.”[]
I took the ashes home.]
But Marcus didn’t come back. Probably never would.
Overnight, everyone said I’d fallen from grace–the blood–soaked demon had a new love.]
He was reforming for Wendy, visiting prisons to apologize to his victims, building karma for their future child.]
He even changed his business, cutting all ties with the Steele family.[]
But I knew he only wanted to distance himself from one person.
Mel
He’d drop millions on jewelry for Wendy without blinking.
Built a whole goddamn cathedral at her request.]
Hearing this, I laughed until I cried.]
“Frank, think Jesus would step foot in a church built with blood money?“]
Frank said nothing.
But I knew we were beyond divine protection]
Destined to live forever in blood and darkness.]
He did so much for Wendy. I pretended not to see.]
Until the doctor texted me.
He said Wendy was pregnant again. Marcus was over the moon, thinking it was karma from building the cathedral.]
He was already planning their wedding, had blocked my number.]
Only lawyers contacted me now, discussing divorce terms.]
I showed Frank the phone.
“Sir’s really crossed the line this time. Miss, are you really getting divorced?”
I shook my head.]
“I don’t do divorce. Only widowhood.”
“He wants a wedding? I’ll give him one hell of a wedding.”
The night before the ceremony, Wendy texted me:[]
[I told you you can’t get pregnant because you’re cursed. I’m different.
[Reagan Steele, just give up. Marcus is MINE.]]]
I laughed again.
