“It’s freedom,” Karl insisted, leaning closer. “Don’t you see? If I’d kept my promise, they would have controlled everything. Our lives, our future, our kids. This way, we get the money and none of the strings.”
I covered my mouth with my hand.
Meanwhile, Karl kept talking almost eagerly.
“We can go anywhere in the world and start over. I’ll give you the life you deserve.”
But as I stared into his face, I realized something horrifying.
He genuinely didn’t understand what he had done to me.
There was no shame.
No guilt.
Nothing.
The Moment Everything Broke
“You let me plan your funeral,” I whispered.
Karl flinched slightly.
“I know that was hard.”
“Hard?” My voice rose sharply. “I watched them carry you out while I was still in my wedding dress.”
A man sitting two rows ahead turned completely around to stare at us.
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