“You’re not here to murder me, are you?” I scan the empty dark lot. “I knew those shows were going to give you ideas. Damn, I should’ve signed the prenup. This was your plan all along, huh? To take all the money?” Lately, she’s been obsessing over true crimes. It’s all she watches or listens to. She laces our fingers. “Our relationship has run its course. It’s time I start—” “No. I refuse. You can kill me, but you’re not allowed to be with anyone else or remarry. That’s my only demand,” I say as we make our way up the trail.
