What Was Mine Wasn't Mine
To "fix" Leonard Rinehart's oh-so-tragic depression, Naomi Gaffron—yeah, the same girl who once swore she'd only ever marry me—secretly tied the knot with him.
So I gave in. Played along with the family's little matchmaking stunt. Married Aurelia Spencer—Brieton City's golden girl who'd been obsessed with me since forever.
For seven years, she clung to me like I was oxygen. Every night, curled up like she'd break if I moved.
I thought that was happiness.
Then one night, I caught her whispering to her best friend:
"Leonard's already got international awards. When are you dumping Leone?"
"Whatever—I'm stuck with someone I don't love anyway. Doesn't matter who I married. Someone's gotta keep an eye on Leone so he doesn't screw up everything Leonard built."
I checked her study. Found a hidden folder—over 100,000 photos of Leonard. A hundred unsent love letters.
Even I couldn't fake it anymore.
Bought a silicone dummy. Laid out the plan. The fire would be step one.
Dead or alive—we're done.