Love of end 6

Love of end 6

Everyone knew.

 

Everyone but me.

 

Even Gigi.

 

I’d been a fool for thirty years.

 

But now?

 

Now, I was wide awake.

 

That final blow? It knocked me clean out of my fog.

 

For the first time in years, I felt calm. Cold. Sharp.

 

I glanced at the letter in my hand. Solid proof — everything I needed to burn their perfect little scheme to the ground.

 

Turns out, I was not as dumb as I thought.

 

I grabbed my phone and snapped photos of every single letter. Front, back, every page. When I was sure I had it all, I carefully placed the originals back, exactly how I found them. No trace. No mistakes.

 

Then I headed to my room. Dumped my painkillers into a small bag and slipped it into my pocket.

 

Next, I tore through the house like I was on a mission — bankbooks, cash, property deeds. Every important document went into a bag. Our marriage certificate. My ID.

 

No one was touching my assets.

 

Not now.

 

Not ever.

 

Once everything was packed, I made my way to Sebastian’s room.

 

There he was. Sprawled on the bed, looking like some washed-up king. His breathing was faint, steady. Warm air brushed the back of my hand.

 

Still alive.

 

I snorted. “Tough old bastard.”

 

Leaning in, I whispered, “Since you’re so eager to die… let me help you.”

 

Without a second thought, I grabbed the bottle of sleeping pills from his nightstand and shoved them down his throat. All of them.

 

When I was sure he’d swallowed every last one, I straightened up, closed the bedroom door behind me, and left without looking back.

Love of end

Love of end

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