Chapter 8

"Rannie, darling. This is where our little one and I will be living. The baby's father just bought it for us."

I ignored the text. Instead, I began the final stage of my plan. I called my financial advisor and gave the order to liquidate the entire high-risk investment fund that Wright had put in my name years ago. The profits were immense, and I had them transferred to a new, completely anonymous account.

The following day, Lucia's attacks continued. She sent me dozens of candid photos of Wright sleeping, each one dated over the last three years.

"Rannie, I'm just wondering if he's changed much since we got together. Can you help me spot the differences?"

It was a cruel, childish game. I opened my personal cloud drive, the one that held a decade of our memories. Every photo, every video, every digital piece of our life together. With a steady hand, I highlighted everything and hit 'permanently erase.'

On the third day, she sent a 3D ultrasound image.