I pushed the door open, grinning—$200K in my pocket, forever in my head. Then I heard my mother’s choked gasp. “Stop… please,” she whispered. My fiancée’s heel snapped forward. “Move, old woman!” Something inside me went cold. I dropped the ring box; it skidded across the floor like a bad joke. “You want to know what you’re marrying?” I said, voice shaking. “A monster.” She turned, smirking. “And what will you do about it?” I smiled—because she had no idea what I’m capable of… and who’s about to find out.
I pushed the door open, grinning—$200K in my pocket, forever in my head. I’d planned this moment for weeks: candles, her favorite playlist, the kind of surprise that makes a woman cry happy tears. My name’s Ethan Walker, and I thought I’d finally found my forever with Madison Reed. Then I heard my mother’s choked…