Frozen Cargo, A Betrayed Wife

lly cold and calculating, now held a flicker of genuine shock. "What are yo

rling? Elsie being dramatic again?" She reached for the phone, a p

His voice was low, laced with an unfamiliar edge. He turned away, press

t one of her ridiculous dolls. Always messing things up. Honestly, she'

the cargo hold. Alone. In the dark. And I died there. My spectral form tre

on nothing. "No, that's impossible. She's probably just hiding. She does that, plays games." He slammed his fi

rs rippled through the lobby. A few hotel guests looked u

ou, darling," she cooed, her voice saccharine sweet. "She thrives on drama. It's probably just a prank. She knows how to manipulate

ie. She's... simple. Like a child." He ran a hand through his hair, his bro

car and blamed the dog? Or when she 'accidentally' spilled coffee on my favorite dress? She's a master manipulator, Atlas. Don'

told me it was a game. You told me to do it! A rush of heat, like fire, swept thro

master manipulator," he repeated, a bitter taste in his mouth. "All this time... and I still couldn't get rid of her. If only I h

ma was wrong. Being good didn't make him love me. It just made me easier to hurt. My naive heart, once so full of longing, now felt

more. I just want to go home. But "home" was a place I no longer had. And I was tr

door, making Atlas jump. It wasn't the tentative knock

ce a mask of annoyance. "Who is

ir faces were grim, their expressions unreadable.

ep and formal. "I'm Detective Miller, this is Officer

ing hide-and-seek. She's always pulling stunts like this. Tell her to quit it. It

. "There's been an incident. Your wife, Elsie Hinto

on his tongue. "No. That's... that's not possible. She's in here. In the room. She's probably just ignoring me." He gestured wildly around the empty suite. "El