Love's Betrayal, Revenge's Spark

p with a flicker of intere

via, you shou

d, my voice sweet. "It' s for our anniversary. Le

say so." He stumbled towards the bedroom, collapsing onto the bed without even taking

box sat on the coffee table, a beautif

had never gone in without his permission. Tonight, I didn' t care. T

ng. Now it felt like a predator' s den. I started searching. His desk was organize

y heart hammered against my ribs. I knew this was it. I found a small letter opener on

ts, no secret papers. There was a single, leather-bou

aduation, a radiant smile on her face. Chloe sleeping on a couch, a book resting o

The first entry was dated fifteen years ago

ay. She looked like an angel. I wish she w

s obsession. Every page was about Chloe. What she wore, what she said,

around. Olivia' s kindness makes her a perfect shield. No on

pages faster and faster. And then I found it. An entry fr

needs a transplant, or she will die. Ethan is useless, his family can'

ntry was a

. A car accident can be arranged. It must look tragic, unavoidable. Olivia will be devastated, which will make my comfort a

rote it all down. He planned my mother' s murder and documented it like a science project. His proposal, our

fire of pure hatred. He had mourned with me, held me as I cried for my mother, all whi

, once a desperate, grief-stricken impulse, now solidified into something

y. I went into our bathroom and looked at my reflection. The long, waist

ent' s hesitation, I gathered the long strands and began to cut. The sound of the blades slicing

jagged. I looked nothing like Chloe anymore.

ould begin the next phase of my plan. I had money saved, a secret

to visit. A family that had

revenge I had planned felt too simple now. He deserved so much