LOGINEvery time my husband, Dave Tarrett, spent the night at his ex Maggie Gorringe's place, he bought me another building. Two years into our marriage, I owned 285 commercial properties across the country. Which also meant Dave had screwed me over 285 times. After the deed to property number 286 landed in my hands, Maggie sent me another smug little video. "So what if Dave throws money at you? I'm the one who gets his body and his heart. You might be some international supermodel, but you still can't get your own husband into bed." I didn't bother arguing. Instead, I mailed her the newest Victoria's Secret set from my latest runway show. When Dave found out how "generous" I'd been, he rewarded me by taking me to some elite social event. During a party game, Maggie lost three rounds straight and got dared to lick whipped cream off some playboy's thigh. She grabbed a wine bottle, smashed it, and shoved the jagged edge against her neck. "Dave, I'm not letting anyone humiliate me like this!" Dave—usually cold as ice—instantly panicked. Then he turned to me. Of course he did. "It's just whipped cream," he said softly. "Do this for her. I swear I'll go home with you after." Everyone waited for me to lose it. But I stayed calm and agreed without a word. He didn't know this was the 287th time he'd hurt me. And I was done being his pet. Once I paid back the debt I owed him for saving my life, we'd be done for good.
View MoreWilliam froze, realization crashing over him. His eyes reddened as he grabbed my hand tight.I hadn't actually planned to jump that day. I just climbed up on impulse because I wanted a higher view.Instead, I ran into William, who really had come there to die.The look in his eyes that day—that was real despair. Real emptiness.So I went home with him. Saving someone's life mattered more than anything else.I didn't know what he'd been through. But since he'd chosen to confess to me, I became someone important to him. He probably wouldn't want to die anymore.***Life at the bookstore was simple: shelving books, making drinks, and taking care of my sad little bookstore boy.Then one day, a man showed up in front of me. He looked exhausted. Disheveled. Completely worn down.He begged me to forgive him. Said he knew he'd been wrong. Said he'd avenged me and sent Maggie to prison.He said I was his wife. That he'd make it up to me. That he'd spend the rest of his life making ame
Dave kept going. "You're right. I'm trash. I'll find her and beg for forgiveness. But I will avenge her."Maggie trembled under his ice-cold stare.Then he threw her to the floor and told the bodyguard beside him, "Get the thugs. Tell them to get creative. Just don't let her die."That was when Maggie realized she'd pushed too far. Her eyes went wide. She was so scared she pissed herself.She screamed, "Dave, I was wrong! I'll apologize to her. I'll leave. I'll move overseas, disappear, whatever you want. I won't get in your way anymore. But you can't do this to me. You can't, Dave!"Dave handed her over to a bunch of thugs.He ignored her screams and begging, filming every second of her humiliation. Then he dumped the photos and videos online and let the internet tear her apart.Overnight, Maggie became public enemy number one. Everybody hated her.Even then, Dave still wasn't done.As Bianca's husband, he pressed charges against Maggie for intentional assault. The evidence w
The diary recorded every single thing in detail.Even the exact words he'd said to Maggie.It felt like he was standing in Bianca's place, reliving all of it himself.Every word felt suffocating, despair bleeding through every line.Dave sat by the bed reading all night, the cigarette ember glowing on and off in the dark.He finished an entire pack.The smoke filling the room felt thick enough to suffocate him.By morning, his eyes were bloodshot.He looked hollowed out, drowned in grief and crushing regret.Only now did he finally understand how Bianca had felt.But it was too late.He couldn't find her.'I'm a monster.'Bianca was the victim. Maggie had been cruel, yet he still chose Maggie's side.He'd even tried to silence Bianca—stopped her from going to the police and forced her to suffer quietly.'Why? Why did I treat Bianca like that?'Just because she stayed silent?Because she didn't cry?Guilt tore through him.He was sick.A monster.And he was going to
The staff then added, "Oh, and she said the safe was full."Dave's head started pounding. He rushed into the study and yanked the safe open.He'd never understood why Bianca wanted a safe almost as tall as a person.Back when the staff installed it, he'd asked her about it.Bianca had just smiled mysteriously. "Secret. You'll know when it's full."At the time, he hadn't cared. He thought it was some pointless little game.But now, staring at the safe stuffed with property deeds numbered from 1 to 290, his mind went blank.'Her secret was that she was planning to disappear?'All she left him was a divorce agreement and a termination contract before vanishing from his world completely.'Then what does 290 mean?'Dave remembered seeing the number 289 in her diary before.What were those numbers supposed to mean?A crushing wave of helplessness slammed into him, and the urge to smoke came back instantly.'The diary. Right... the diary.'Remembering the diary Bianca left behin
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