But I wasn’t anywhere. Even my Social Security record had been erased.
And Daniel knew exactly what that meant.
Amid Ryan’s screams and pleas, Daniel finally let him go.
“If Emily has really come to harm, I’ll make you pay with your life.”
Daniel spat the words and stormed out.
I chased after him, shouting in vain:
“Ryan Brooks deserves death, but he wasn’t the one who killed me—it was your wife, Chloe Miller!”
I hadn’t died under Ryan’s abuse.
I died from Chloe’s knife—thrust into my chest, tearing me apart.
But Daniel couldn’t hear me.
He stumbled back home in a daze, which quickly drew Chloe’s irritation.
“Daniel, what have you been so busy with lately? You haven’t taken me shopping in forever.”
Wearing a revealing nightgown and doused in perfume, Chloe leaned close to him.
But Daniel coolly pushed her aside.
“Chloe, be good. I’m exhausted tonight. I still have work to finish.”
He turned into his study.
The moment the door shut, Chloe’s eyes turned vicious and venomous.
“Tired? Don’t think I don’t know you’re still looking for Emily Carter.”
“Too bad you’ll never know—she’s already dead. I didn’t even leave you her remains. You’ll never see her again for the rest of your life.”
Daniel sat dazed in his study for a long time, restless. The thought of Emily’s disappearance gnawed at him endlessly.
In the middle of the night, he called his assistant again.
“No matter the cost, no matter the connections—find Emily Carter.”
