Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
He saw Eve with Alex and Damian that night. That, or she told him all about it. She probably bragged and shoved it in his face. She probably never got rid of the baby. And if she was carrying Victor’s child, how did that make him feel, knowing she was intentionally ruining herself because of the seed he’d planted? How did it make him feel to know she was still carrying the baby at all?
Victor wanted to pin the blame on Alex and Damian. She’d had sex with them at the same time. Their DNA was likely all over her, inside her even. Even if the police found out the baby was Victor’s, he could’ve admitted to the affair happening, but said Eve was stalking him and his wife. He could’ve fabricated a whole story to protect himself and then pinned her death on the Reeds, and he would’ve gotten away with it . . . if I hadn’t intervened.
Knowing this, it was why Alex had taken her things, cleared the house, and got rid of the body. They had no clue who killed her but knew they’d be suspects if her body was taken in for forensics. They likely consulted with Sheriff Reed right away and told him everything, swore their innocence, and that was why he assisted them. That was why he had Eve’s car. The broken necklace in the fireplace I couldn’t fully understand, but the Reeds could’ve tried burning that along with her clothes to get rid of evidence.
Thinking about it now, Sheriff Reed knew how this would play out if anyone else other than him discovered Eve’s body. He knew a dead girl who’d slept with his nephews would jeopardize his reputation and status, so he helped them cover it up.
The only question remaining was what the hell had they done with her body?
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
Victor stormed down the stairs with a roll of duct tape in one hand and the gun in the other. I squirmed in my chair while Gina whimpered, watching as he marched my way while pulling the tape off the roll.
“You killed Eve because she wouldn’t get rid of the baby,” I said as he stretched the tape.
“Stop talking.”
“She came here to get your attention, didn’t she?”
He stepped behind me. “She ruins lives.”
“So that means kill her?” I asked, alarmed.
“I never meant to kill her, damn it!” he snapped. “She was yelling and hitting me. She ran out of the house bragging about how she was going to tell everyone I was the father of her baby. She was reckless and kept saying if she couldn’t be happy, neither could I. I tried being reasonable with that bitch. I tried so hard. I brought her back to that house to try and talk some sense into her. And she . . .” He paused, drawing in a ragged breath. “She said I was a shitty husband. A shitty dad. She said she was going to tell her followers and the whole world that I raped her and purposely got her pregnant. She was going to rant about our company and reach out to our partners. She said she’d make sure I never saw Emily again by the time she was done. I just wanted her to shut up so we could work out a solution, but she wouldn’t, so I grabbed her by the throat and—”
“You choked her to death,” I whispered.
He growled and brought the tape to my mouth, wrapping it twice to shut me up.
Then he huffed. “Like I told you, Eve ruins lives. She deserves what happened to her. You should know all about that. All she ever talked about was how she fucked your husband. How she betrayed you.” His mouth twitched to fight a smirk. “Makes no sense that you even came looking for her after what she put you through. I bet you’re glad she’s dead.”
My chest tightened at the vulgarity of his accusation. He was wrong. Even though Eve had hurt me, deceived me, made me feel lower than I’d ever felt in my life, I never wished death upon her. Had I wished for some sort of karma? Yes. But more like her falling in love and being betrayed too. Or having her life ruined so she could understand how it felt to hurt and to lose faith and confidence in yourself.
To stare in the mirror and wonder what was so wrong with her. To search for all her flaws while wondering what was so bad that the man of her dreams felt the need to sleep with her best fucking friend. I wanted her to know what it felt like to not be enough for someone. That’s what I wanted to happen to Eve. Not death. But it seems she found that out with Victor. She wasn’t enough for him . . . and her anger about it got her killed.