Articles dissected every detail of their marriage, headlines screaming betrayal:
“Travis Harper Wife Dies in Apparent Suicide Amid Rumors of Infidelity”
“Was Zoe Hart Pushed to the Edge?”
The media swarmed the mansion like vultures.
Inside, Travis sat in the dim living room, staring at the letter. His hands shook, but he couldn’t let go of the page.
“This doesn’t make sense,” he muttered.
David paced behind him, running a hand through his hair. “I told you, Travis. I told you the truth can’t be hidden forever. Now she is dead and it’s all your fault.”
Travis slammed the table. “She wouldn’t just kill herself!”
Madison twirled her hair around her finger, a satisfied smirk curling on her lips.
“Well,” she said,“at least she finally did something right.”
Travis stared at the phone screen, Zoe’s goodbye letter still glowing back at him. His fingers trembled, knuckles white.
Madison leaned closer, her voice softening like a blade sliding into flesh.
“This is better, isn’t it?” she whispered. “Now we can finally be together… without her in the way.”
His stomach twisted. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
She laughed, light and cruel. “Why are you upset? It’s not like you loved her.”