Page 3 of Reborn to Love You

Her body was immobile as Eric smoothed her hair back from her forehead, but inside her soul was desperately trying to get away from his touch, which now felt as traitorous as a rattlesnake.

“I know, Pay. I’m sorry. It will be over soon, I promise.”

All she could do was look up at him. Why, Eric? Why?

Her husband bent down to kiss her forehead. “This isn’t about you.” He resumed stroking her hair. “I just have to be free of you. I need a fresh start.”

And there it was, the answer to the question she could only cry out in her mind.

He wanted a fresh start with the other girl.

Rosé.

She supposed she could understand that, but why, though?

Why did he have to kill Payton for his fresh start?

Couldn’t he just...divorce her like normal men did?

“I hope you understand.”

No, she didn’t understand at all, but even if she could say that right now, he probably wouldn’t care either way. There was no going back from this, and no going back for her, with everything now going dimmer.

“My new girl, she knows I owe people some money. But I’m maxed out. So, that’s when she taught me what to do.”

While speaking, Eric wrapped his fingers around her neck with tender care.

“Insurance policy, sweetheart. It works like magic.”

His touch was almost loving, but the excited look in his eyes suggested otherwise, and the way he was breathing so fast...

Even with the room spinning faster and faster, and her eyesight blurrier, it was so painfully, heartbreakingly easy to tell.

He was tempted.

So, so very tempted to know what it meant to kill.

Even if the price of knowledge was her life.

“I think it’s time, sweetheart.”

The poison had completely eroded her strength at this point. She couldn’t even cry, couldn’t do anything as Eric lowered her against the cushions, tender as a lover.

Her mind went on rewind, replaying her memories like B-roll.

Why, Eric? Why?

How did we get here?

Why must you go so far as to kill me?

“Close your eyes, sweetheart. Don’t fight it.”

It wasn’t a request either, with her husband running a hand over her eyes.

This was it then.

She was really going to die.