Fraser went out of his way to stop me, practically begging me to return the one million. Seriously? Was it really that important to him?
I slouched back in my chair, pulled out my phone and opened the dashcam app.
This was a new car, one I really liked, so I had splurged on a high-end dashcam. 4K video, full audio recording, everything. I figured it would come in handy if I ever got into an accident or ran into trouble.
But what I found… yeah, I wasn’t ready for that.
I leaned in, holding my breath as the audio kicked in. "Why didn’t you make him go seal the deal? Do you know how long I’ve been planning this? Jairo has to die for us to take all the money. You get that?"
That was Fraser. His voice was low, tense and full of impatience.
Then came Ysabel, sounding like she was the victim. "What do you want me to do if he doesn’t wanna go? I can’t force him. Besides, what’s the rush? Let him live a bit longer, he can still make money for us."
Fraser let out this annoyed sigh. "You’re being greedy. The system’s got rules. If Jairo moves that money, I’ll get hit with a tenfold penalty."
I froze. Tenfold?
So that was why they were panicking over just one million. Fraser wasn’t losing one, he was losing ten. No wonder he had been losing his mind.
Then came the part that really hit me in the gut. "So we need to fix this. Fast. The rest is on you."
Ysabel's voice turned all sweet and fake. "Relax. When have I ever let you down? Just give me a little more time. I’ll make sure he doesn’t make it back tonight."
Fraser chuckled, his tone turning sleazy. "Well, Jairo is not home yet... what do you say we enjoy ourselves here for a bit?"
I heard a chair scrape loudly, followed by… yeah. I didn’t need to hear more. I saved the footage, every damn second of it. My fingers were steady, but the hatred boiling in my chest was anything but.
Ysabel. The woman I gave my heart to.
I had spent years making excuses for her. Blaming myself. Telling myself she deserved better, that I wasn’t doing enough. I let her walk all over me because I loved her, because she was my first love.
Back in high school, she was this quiet, smart, beautiful girl everyone was obsessed with. I thought I had won the jackpot.
Now I knew better. She had been playing me the whole time. I spent over ten years treating her like she was made of glass. Always scared she would get tired of me, that one day she would leave.
I kept trying to be enough, for her, for us. It became second nature, following her lead, always giving in, thinking if I just held on tight enough, she would stay.
I was making 3000 dollars a month and still tried to stretch every dollar just to spoil her. Even if it meant skipping meals or wearing the same shoes for years, I didn’t care. I thought that was love.
But to her, it was never enough. She never once looked at me like I was good enough. Just that same tired expression, like I was holding her back.
And when I died, she didn’t even wait. She ran straight into Fraser’s arms like she’d been dying to all along.
I would never forget what I saw, they were kissing right in front of my grave. Like I was never even there.
"Hubby, I stayed with him all these years for you," she said. "You have to make it up to me."
Fraser chuckled and said, "Babe, aren’t you scared Jairo’s ghost is watching? What if he died with his eyes open?"
Ysabel just laughed, soft and sweet. Like none of it mattered. "What’s there to be scared of? He was a loser when he was alive. Now he’s dead. In the next life, he’ll beg me to take him back. He’ll crawl if I tell him to."
That voice… that smug tone, burned into my brain. It answered every question I ever had. Fraser didn’t just want to ruin my life. He wanted me dead. And she helped him make it happen.
She gave him the knife. Smiled while she twisted it. So what kind of love was I even holding onto?
I hated them. Both of them. But I couldn’t blow everything up yet. If I divorced her now, she would take half of everything. I needed a plan.
Besides, I still didn’t know the full extent of what they were up to. There was more, I could feel it. That night, she didn’t come home. Then, right before sunrise, she called like nothing had happened.
