I pressed a hand to my stomach. The tiny life growing inside me was the only reason I hadn’t completely collapsed.
Travis didn’t know and he never would.
Not until I made him pay.
A sharp sound broke through my thoughts — the click of heels against gravel.
I didn’t turn around.
I knew who it was.
“You know,” Madison’s voice was like silk soaked in poison, “I always thought you were a little unhinged.”
I clenched my jaw, staring into the fire.
“Burning your stuff like this?” She circled me slowly, like a vulture. “It’s pathetic. You’re pathetic.”
I stayed silent.
“What?” She leaned closer, voice dripping with mock concern. “Travis finally had enough of playing house?”
My nails dug into my palms.
“He’s been staying late with me, you know,” she whispered. “Not that you care. I mean, you’re used to being second choice, right?”
The fire crackled louder.
“First Ethan, now Travis. Every man you love ends up choosing me.”
I turned to leave, but she blocked my path.
Her mask slipped, and her eyes gleamed with cruelty, the bitch is finally showing her true colour.
“I should thank your mom,” Madison sneered. “Her death brought me and Travis even closer.”
I froze.