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So many people hated him. Would anyone really miss him?
I hadn’t planned for this to happen.
Well, maybe I’d dreamed about making his last moments on earth as excruciating as possible.
I still couldn’t believe God had granted me this wish, especially since he’d abandoned me in everything else over the last five years. Why now? And what price would I pay?
The consequences were inevitable. All I wanted was to escape, to take my mother and sisters and run, to hide where no one would find us or use us.
Now, my plans were shattered.
“If only one of his enemies had taken him out before this happened.” I dropped my head against my knees and whispered, “I defended myself. I have to remember this, no matter what.”
He was the one who snuck into the library. He was the one who attacked me from behind. He was the one who planned to put me in a coma and use me as an incubator for his child. I’d protected myself in the only way I knew how.
My palm ran over the now-soaked leather knife harness. I’d have to say goodbye to this beautiful gift.
Just another special item destroyed because of the monster I’d married.
I lifted my head into the heated spray, letting the water pound my face and my clothes.
After a few minutes, I pushed myself to stand, stripped, and scrubbed every inch of my face, hair, and body clean.
Thankfully, scraping the last remnants of Andraius from my skin helped me gather some semblance of control.
Time to prep everything for destruction.
Thank you, Papa. Without your lessons on cleanup, I’d have no idea what to do next.
I sent my words up to heaven and then went about my tasks.
I slowly cleaned up the bathroom, gathering my clothes, scrubbing the shower walls and doors, and ensuring the bedroom had no traces of my departed spouse anywhere.
Twenty minutes later, after a quick trip through different passageways to the furnace room where the family disposed of “unnecessary garbage,” I sealed myself in my bedroom and slid into bed.
I stared up at the ceiling of the dark room, with only the sound of my unsteady breath in the air.
Was this real? Maybe this was a dream, and I’d wake up soon.
No. I wasn’t sleeping. My body hurt too much.
All of a sudden, laughter and tears bubbled up from deep inside.
“I’m free. I’m fucking free. I didn’t have to use my escape plan. I didn’t have to run. I?—”
After a few hiccups, the humor disappeared. Who was I kidding? I knew better than to pretend otherwise.
Freedom stopped existing the very moment Andraius killed Papa and Linus and took over the organization, and it would never exist again.
Now the real prison sentence began.
More secrets, lies, and pretenses.
I would do it because I finally had started to find myself again. My heartbeat accelerated as a realization washed over me.
According to the succession of power, I’d just inherited the seat back as the head of the Angelos Syndicate.
Oh God, what had I done?
