“After all, we’re married. At most, you’ll face some insults. But Natalie—if people find out, they’ll destroy her.”
His resolute words left me utterly desolate.
I tore off the mask and washed my face, staring into Richard’s eyes, searching desperately for a flicker of compassion for me.
But I found none.
“I want you and Natalie Brooks dead!” I screamed, my throat filling with blood.
“Absurd! Claire, you’re no young girl anymore—must you still compete with Natalie? You’re irrational! Keep this up, and someone else will take your place as Mrs. Carter.”
Meeting the murderous glint in his eyes, I gritted my teeth.
“You’re right. I’ll keep fighting. Let’s see how many blows Natalie can withstand.”
The door slammed shut with a deafening bang, as thunder ripped across the night sky.
A storm that had been brewing for days finally broke, pouring down with the heavy darkness.
Richard raced into his black Maybach. Judging by the route, he was headed to the love nest he had built for Natalie—
the very place he had hidden from me for half a year.
Facing him on the stage earlier, I had declared it:
I wanted Richard and Natalie to die together.