Chapter 26
+25 BONUS
STEFAN’S POINT OF VIEW
The bourbon burned down my throat, a welcome fire against the cold emptiness spreading through my chest. I signaled the bartender for another. My fourth? Fifth? I’d lost count hours ago.
“You sure about that, buddy?” he asked, eyeing the empty glasses.
“Just pour the damn drink,” I growled,
The alcohol couldn’t drown the words that had haunted me all day: Martin Greene reading Camille’s will, her final message cutting through me like a blade.
*“To my former husband, Stefan Rodriguez, I return the engagement ring that belonged to his grandmother, with the hope that next time he gives it, it will be with honesty and true devotion.
The ring sat heavy in my pocket, retrieved from the safety deposit box this morning. Grandmother Rosa’s ring Three generations of Rodriguez women had worn it before I’d placed it on Camille’s finger, promising forever with words that turned to ash in my mouth.
Thirty million dollars and the Cedar Hill estate. All of it to charity. Not a penny to her family. Nothing to Rose. Nothing to me. Everything to help girls who had no one else to turn to
That was Camille. Always giving. Always thinking of others. Even in death.
My phone vibrated again. Rose. Her sixth call tonight. I silenced it without answering. Couldn’t talk to her. Not after watching calculation rather than grief cross her face at the will reading. All she cared about was the money she wasn’t getting.
Had I really left Camille for that? For someone who couldn’t even fake proper sadness at her own sister’s generosity?
The night air hit me like a slap as I stumbled out of the bar. I started walking, no destination in mind, until I found myself at Riverside Park, where Camille and I had spent countless Sunday afternoons during our first year together.
Before Rose came back from London. Before everything changed.
I sank onto a bench overlooking the water, the same river that had swallowed Camille’s car. Her body never found. Just a shoe, months later. A single, waterlogged reminder of the woman I’d discarded.
From my pocket, I withdrew the ring box. The diamond caught what little light penetrated the park’s darkness, winking at me like it knew all my secrets.
“I
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to the night, to Camille’s ghost.“m so damn sorry.”
My phone buzzed. Rose again.
“Where are you?” Her voice sharp with irritation..
“Out”
“You’re drunk. Come over. We need to talk about what happened today.”
“No.” The word felt strange in my mouth. Had I ever denied Rose anything before?
“She did it to spite us,” Rose hissed. “To punish us from beyond the grave.”
The laugh that escaped me sounded more like a sob. “Is that what you think? She was your sister, Rose. She loved
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