“If this comes out, you won’t just lose your job—you’ll ruin your entire reputation. You could even end up in jail. Dude! Are you crazy?”
Monty chuckled like he didn’t care.
“Crazy? Maybe. Love doesn’t follow logic. That case is over. Don’t bring it up again.”
“What about Verity? You brought her into your home, made her live with her parents’ murderer. Didn’t you think about what that would do to her? She loves you—”
Before he could finish, Monty’s voice turned cold.
“Enough. I told you, Sylvie is not the murderer. If someone has to take the blame, I’ll die for her if I have to.”
“I just don’t get you. You had motive and evidence. You had everything. And yet… Ugh! Whatever, man. If you think this is fine, then go ahead.”
Next thing I heard were footsteps approaching, and I rushed back to my room in a panic.
All those haunting memories of my parents’ deaths came rushing back.
I also remember the company crumbling right after.
It was Monty who saved me. Paid off all the debt. Took me in. Married me.
I thought I’d found real love. God, I was so lost in happiness!
But I didn’t realize—everything was a carefully crafted fucking lie!