Caught. Grin Hilda pov

That morning, I watched as Leo and Lila left for work, just like any other day.

The sight of them together, laughing, whispering, sharing stolen glances, twisted something inside me—a deep, festering wound that would never heal. I clenched my jaw and forced a pleasant smile, waving them off as though I didn't have a care in the world.

Then, I turned back inside and planned my own day.

A trip to the flower shop for a bouquet, a plan for the huge wealth I was planning to acquire, and finally, the most important step of all—booking a one-way flight out of the country. Soon, I would be free, unburdened by this past and the betrayals that had turned my heart to stone.

But before I could leave, there was one last thing to do.

One final, necessary act to ensure my future remained untethered.

Fiona had to die.

Before the sun rose again, I would strip the pendant from Mr. Gilmore's throat and put an end to Fiona's miserable existence.