The Queen Claims Her Throne- The spark
# Zoe pov#
I watched the flames burn away the remnants of my old life.
Every dress, every necklace, every cheap, thoughtless gift Travis ever gave me — all of it crumbled into ash. The fire spread fast, devouring everything like it could sense my hatred, like it wanted to erase every trace of him from my existence.
But it wasn’t enough.
The heat didn’t burn hot enough to match what I felt inside.
Five years of lies.
Five years of loving a man who pretended to love me.
“I did what I had to do, David.”
His voice echoed in my skull, ripping through me like glass.
“Her mom was dying anyway. Madison’s sister needed the transplant.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, but the words wouldn’t leave, my body couldn’t stop shaking. I don't know if it’s from anger or hate..
“So you killed her?” David had snapped, voice shaking.
“I saved Madison’s sister.” Travis’s voice had been cold and so detached. Like my mother’s life meant nothing. “And I married Zoe. Isn’t that enough?”
I heard everything.
I was on my way to tell him I was pregnant when I found out he’d murdered my mother to save Madison Moon's sister.
I pressed a hand to my stomach. The tiny life growing inside me was the only reason I hadn’t completely collapsed.
Travis didn’t know and he never would.
Not until I made him pay.
A sharp sound broke through my thoughts — the click of heels against gravel.
I didn’t turn around.
I knew who it was.
“You know,” Madison’s voice was like silk soaked in poison, “I always thought you were a little unhinged.”
I clenched my jaw, staring into the fire.
“Burning your stuff like this?” She circled me slowly, like a vulture. “It’s pathetic. You’re pathetic.”
I stayed silent.
“What?” She leaned closer, voice dripping with mock concern. “Travis finally had enough of playing house?”
My nails dug into my palms.
“He’s been staying late with me, you know,” she whispered. “Not that you care. I mean, you’re used to being second choice, right?”
The fire crackled louder.
“First Ethan, now Travis. Every man you love ends up choosing me.”
I turned to leave, but she blocked my path.
Her mask slipped, and her eyes gleamed with cruelty, the bitch is finally showing her true colour.
“I should thank your mom,” Madison sneered. “Her death brought me and Travis even closer.”
I froze.
“Maybe you should’ve died with her,” Madison said, smiling. “Would’ve saved us all a lot of trouble.”