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Saving a life had been thrilling. Too bad it couldn’t compare with the inverse.
The ultimate power in a marriage is the manipulation ability of knowing how and when your spouse will act and react.
If you waited for life to give you something, you’d never get half of what you deserved.
But while those were both good reasons for keeping my trap shut, there was only one real reason I didn’t confess every horrible and beautiful moment of that night. Because of her. It all was because of her.
The events of that night were the main reason I had a long-term and unfulfilled love-fear relationship with Leewood Folcrum.
The podcast hosts had a point. In every murder, there needs to be a motive, unless the motive is the enjoyment of the crime itself.
Too many conveniences for it not to be fate. It could work. It could more than work. It could, if done right, kill multiple birds with one stone.
The fear of rejection was one of the reasons why I hadn’t initiated contact. There were certain things I didn’t handle well, and rejection was one of them.
Grief does strange things to people. For some, it weakens them. For others, it makes them stronger.
“Not ugly. No. Our scars are never ugly. They are proof of what we’ve been through. Truth be told, they can be the most beautiful parts of us, if we learn to love them.”
Sometimes it’s not the people that change. It’s the mask that falls off.
It was fun, setting all this up. Too bad it was going to end soon. That ending would be sad, but also the start of a new game, one with higher stakes, more deception, more rewards. I would win at both.
