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Chapter 9
My tame taster’s hand. The nou bed ten they Yarned
1 wiped my twe, ferving a smile.
That firm right at the party. 114 you if you ever fall for someone else, that few. You were
“But you couldn’t even de tut. frated, you faked your own death, so I bef”
11hone shoulders slumped
“That’s not -Briar, I never loved her. It’s you. It’s always been you. She came onto me at
His voice trailed off as I actually laughed.
“How abeurd Maybe you do love me, in your way”
5? Free tell me to my fare”
“But that didn’t stop you from screwing her. Didn’t stop you from leaving me standing at the altar. You faked your own death rather than marry me
“She seduced you? Please. You still had a choice. And you’re still making excuses. Disgusting, Elliot.”
His eyes filled with tears. After a long silence, he whispered “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?”
“Well Get the hell out of my life and stay out. Don’t call, don’t show up at my door!”
“I will never forgive you, Elliot. Never!”
I slammed the door in his face without another word.
I don’t know when he left. When I opened the door the next morning, he was gone.
For the next six months, I stayed with my brother. It felt like being kids again–just the two of us, like before our parents died.
Elliot kept his word this time.
Then one night, Conor and I were drinking beer on the balcony when he cleared his throat.
“Just got word from Boston. Elliot’s dead. Suicide.”
“They found a skeleton in the basement of his house. DNA matched Carmilla.”
“Apparently after he came back, he developed severe depression. Required round–the–clock care. Yesterday, while his mom was out, he jumped from the balcony.”
I stared at my wine glass, running my finger around the rim. What could I possibly say?
Out of nowhere, tears dropped into my glass.
Conor spoke softly.
“Funeral’s Thursday. You going?”
I shook my head.
What was I supposed to do–show up in black and pretend to be the grieving almost–wife? Hard pass.
“You still hate him?” Conor asked quietly,
The question knocked the wind out of me..
I took a moment, wiped my face with my sleeve, and drained the last of my wine.
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He Faked Death for Mistress,I Faked It for Revenge
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Chapter 9
“Five minutes ago? Yeah, I did.”
But now? The dude was dead.
Yes,living well is the best revenge, but dying? It’s the ultimate way to end an argument.
Whatever, Elliot. We’re even now,
Goodbye,Elliot…
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