Page 143 of His Wicked Revenge

Not the cops.

Not Stephanie.

When they returned from their honeymoon, the only person who did was Chloe, who found out Veronica was gone. I had told Myles everything that happened—well, not everything. I left out the part about hearing that voice in my head because the last thing I needed anyone to think was that I was insane.

Luckily, that voice went away after Veronica did.

I debated on telling Chloe the truth. She didn’t need to know that I killed Veronica, but Myles insisted I just tell her. He said that she would be understanding, and if I didn’t tell her the truth, she would know I was lying anyway and keep pushing me.

So I did. She was initially shocked, but then she told me she understood why I did it.

My mind wanders back to the asylum and all the memories it held for me—not just because of Veronica but also because of Edith, Henry, and Scarlet. I got curious and looked into what Scarlet was up to since she never returned to Black Lake.

She didn’t return to a mental health facility at all. I guess what Veronica did to her traumatized her more than we knew. I found online that Scarlet is a secretary at a pediatric office.

Something safe, and I don’t blame her. After what she went through, she needed that.

We all do.

The sound of my tires screeching on the asphalt brings me back to the present. I drive through the gate and down the road until I see where the other cars are parked. I step out, the warmth kissing my skin as I shut the car door.

The cemetery is quiet, as always, except for the two children giggling. A smile breaks across my face as I approach my mother’s grave and see my family.

Dad is sitting with Mila in his lap. Chloe and Myles sit across from him while Carter has his back to me. I still can’t believe that he is about to be twelve. And he has excelled in his art.

He might be the next Picasso.

I approach them, but Mila sees me first.

“Uncle Leo!” she squeals, and the two-year-old claps her hands together. She is a good mix of her parents, with Chloe’s dark hair and Myles’ blue eyes.

Carter twists his head around, and when he sees me, he beams—pushing himself off the ground to rush over to me. His arms wrap around my waist, and he squeezes. “Hi, Uncle Leo!”

“Hey bud.” I squeeze back.

Once he lets go, he tells me I can sit by him. I position myself between my nephew and father, and Mila crawls over to me when I do. She gives me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek before settling into my lap.

Myles narrows his eyes at me, and I laugh as I tease him, “I think she might like me better than you.”

He scoffs. “I’m her father. There is no way.”

Chloe shakes her head with a chuckle. “You two, stop it! She loves the both of you, but of course, she loves you more, Myles.”

He flashes me a smug smirk, which I only respond to with a laugh.

“The next one is gonna love me more than you, too,” Myles jokes.

My eyes leave him and move to Chloe. “Are you pregnant?”

She swats at her husband, who winces. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Sorry,” Myles mumbles.

Chloe returns to unpacking the food from the basket and spreading it out for us. We eat, laugh, and catch up on anything we missed.

Myles got a raise, enough for Chloe to stay home with the kids, which she has been loving.

My father decided to retire and appointed one of his best guys to run the shop. I know he wanted me to do it, but when I told him about being able to help people with their struggles again, he was ecstatic.