Eddie stood by the window, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand as he gazed out at the city lights. The night was quiet, but his mind was anything but. The events of the past few days had left him on edge, and now, with Jennifer in the shower, he finally had a moment to put his plan into action.Setting the glass down on the table, Eddie picked up Jennifer’s phone, which she had carelessly left on the bed. The faint sound of water splashing from the bathroom assured him he had time. He needed to act quickly, but decisively.Eddie opened Jennifer’s messaging app and found the most recent conversation with Frank. His fingers hesitated momentarily over the screen, but he knew what he had to do. He began typing a message as if it were from Jennifer.“Frank, I don’t want to see you anymore. It’s over. Please stop contacting me.”He stared at the message for a moment, wondering if this would truly sever the ties between th

The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the city as Eddie stared at his phone screen, his heart pounding in his chest. The message from Jennifer was short, almost too casual for the gravity of its content, but it struck Eddie like a blow.*Eddie, I’m with Frank. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. Also, Dad’s assets are all yours now. Take care.*Eddie read the message over and over, his mind struggling to process it. Jennifer was with Frank. The man who had been causing him so much trouble, the one who had tried to turn him against Agatha. And now, Jennifer was with him, willingly. The idea made Eddie’s blood boil.And what was this about their father’s assets? How could Jennifer casually mention something so significant as if it were nothing? Their father’s wealth was immense, a legacy that had always been a point of contention between them. Now, it was all being handed to Eddie, and Jennifer was with Frank.Eddie clenched his fists, the phone screen trembling in his hand. He

The sterile smell of the hospital hung in the air, mixing with the tension that radiated between Eddie and Frank. They sat in the waiting room, the harsh fluorescent lights casting long shadows on the tiled floor. Eddie's fists were clenched, his eyes fixed on a point far in the distance, as if he could burn a hole through the wall with the sheer intensity of his anger. Frank sat a few seats away, his posture slouched and defeated, the weight of guilt heavy on his shoulders.Eddie couldn't bring himself to look at Frank. The man who had once been his friend, his confidant, now seemed like nothing more than a traitor, a man who had ruined everything. The sound of Jennifer's labored breathing as she was rushed into surgery still echoed in his mind, a constant reminder of the horror he had witnessed. His heart ached with a mixture of grief and fury, the two emotions intertwining in a way that left him feeling hollow.Minutes stretched into an eternity, the silence between them thick and

Eddie leaned back in his chair, the small café by the lakeside quiet except for the occasional chatter of other patrons and the soft lapping of the water against the shore. Across from him, Frank sat, looking slightly uneasy, as if he knew that this meeting was more than just a simple conversation. Eddie took a deep breath, staring at Frank with a mix of emotions he couldn’t quite sort out.“So,” Eddie began, breaking the silence, “Jennifer loves you. She really loves you.”Frank’s eyes flicked up to meet Eddie’s, surprise evident in his gaze. He hadn’t expected Eddie to be so straightforward. “I love her too,” Frank replied, his voice steady. “More than anything. I didn’t think it was possible, but she’s changed everything for me.”Eddie nodded slowly, processing Frank’s words. He could see the sincerity in Frank’s eyes, the way his face softened when he spoke about Jennifer. “She asked me to give you a chance,” Eddie continued. “She said she’s willing to leave everything behind if I

Eddie sat in the dimly lit room, the amber glow of the setting sun casting long shadows against the walls. He held a half-empty bottle of wine in his hand, his fingers loosely gripping the neck as he stared at the liquid swirling inside. His thoughts were a tangled mess, a constant loop of Frank’s death, the lies he had told Jennifer, and the looming presence of Axton and Agatha. The wine wasn’t helping, but it dulled the sharp edges of his guilt and confusion, at least temporarily.His phone buzzed on the table in front of him, the screen lighting up with Jennifer’s name. It was a call from her — but it wasn’t her voice he was worried about hearing. Jennifer had been trying to get in touch with Frank, unaware of the devastating truth that Eddie was keeping from her. Every time her name appeared on the screen, it was a painful reminder of the lie he was living.Without thinking, Eddie reached for the phone and immediately rejected the call, his heart heavy with the weight of his decep