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“I don’t understand . . . why didn’t you go to the police after you were shot?” “Because I wanted to find you first. I wanted you to hear the good news from me—not
Red flag 🚩
Nanny? She has a nanny? She has one kid and no job .
Must be nice
Delphine leans forward, squinting as she reads. “L-U-C-A.”
“He carved his name into me,” I say. “Branded me. Like a piece of property. He said I needed something to remember him by when he wasn’t there reminding me . . .” She lifts a palm. “Wait a minute. Luca. Is that the same Luca you visited the other day? The friend who offered you a job?”
“Yes,” I say. “Turns out the man I married . . . was nothing more than a monster.”
“I’m going to give you one shot at this.” I keep my voice low and my stare laser focused. “And if you lie to me, Luca . . . so help me . . .” Fist clenching midair, I ask the million-dollar question: “Why is she still alive?”
The entire plan was my idea. The wooing. The whirlwind relationship. The quickie marriage in Vegas. Relocating to Bent Creek. The insurance policy. All of it.
Thirty days from now, I’ll submit my claim against the life insurance policy I took out on my husband years ago—the one I purchased just in case. A precaution of my own. Because I am—by all accounts—a reasonable woman.
