Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 163802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 655(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 655(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
Hard eyes pinned me. Mrs. Finley pointed to the cabin. “After you.”
She said it to me, but I didn’t have to move. Micah, Rhodes, and Alex went down into the cabin, and emerged carrying a thrashing, shouting Sue.
Padded cuffs secured her wrists. A gag saved us from the spewing filth. Otherwise, she was dressed exactly like me, from the bare feet to the red hair tie.
The three of them carried her to the edge of the boat and ungagged her.
“—do this,” Sue screamed. “I’m your wife! I love you! You can’t kill me. You wouldn’t!”
Empty eyes and blank faces reflected back at her.
“Trust me, sweetheart,” Rhodes drawled. “This part of the plan got a lot easier to stomach when we heard you confess your plan to burn our daughter alive.”
“We don’t love you,” Alex said, “and you never loved us.”
“Fuck you,” Micah dropped—the end of his goodbye.
Eyes white with fear latched on to me. “Sarah? Sarah! Please!”
Rhodes and Micah secured her hands as Alex uncuffed her. She fought that much harder, shrieking as she tried to claw their faces off.
“You can’t do this!” she pleaded with me. “I’m your sister! Your twin!”
I rolled my eyes. “Bitch, you were literally going to kill me even though I’m your twin. Why do you think these pleas for mercy are going to work? You weren’t going to spare any mercy for us.”
She turned so fast, I missed it when I blinked. “You don’t deserve any mercy, you trashy, husband-fucking slut! You stole my life!” Her eyes bulged out of her head—red with madness. “You deserved everything you had coming to you! You all did!”
“Enough of this,” I snapped, throwing off my towel. “I’m not going down your it’s-everyone’s-fault-but-mine rabbit hole again. I’ll just let Satan explain it all to you in hell.”
“You won’t get away with this! You won’t—”
“Mrs. Finley,” I breezed, ignoring Sue completely. “Would you like to do the honors?”
“With pleasure.” Hefting the rock, she struck Sue in the temple, snapping her head to the side and ending her screaming for the final time.
Together, she and I dumped her over the side.
I felt nothing as her body hit the water. Even less as she floated away. Truth was, my sister died when I was eight years old—leaving nothing but the gleeful monster who enjoyed every second of my torment.
She couldn’t hurt me anymore. She couldn’t hurt my loves anymore. And most of all, she couldn’t hurt Lily anymore. A lot of things were done wrong in my relationship with my only sister, but this...
...this was the sole thing done right.
I knew that before we got to this moment, but the certainty settled in over the past week.
After Alex and I had our heart-to-heart, we went back to the hotel, and I told the guys everything—including that I was actually Sarang.
Micah and Rhodes exchanged looks and then replied, “Duh.”
They both explained to my astonished expression that they both figured it out at different times, but they definitely figured it out. I was just too different from the wife they knew. There was no way I was the same person.
When I asked why they didn’t call me out, they said by that point they’d fallen in love with me, and they didn’t want to do or say anything that might scare me off.
All of that was shocking enough news, but then I explained who I believed the killer really was and why they did it. I told them that Soo Min obviously wanted the inheritance Omma tried to give solely to me, and to make her plan work, she had to kill me like she killed everyone else who’d seen the true will.
“But if I was the only one left who has to die, she would’ve done it already,” I explained. “It doesn’t make sense that she’s waited this long unless it’s not just me. She wants to get rid of everyone who can lay claim to her money... and that includes her husbands and child.”
They denied that it could be true at first. For a whole day and night, we went back and forth until I proposed a simple test. If Sue was waiting for us all to finally be alone in the house so she could pull something, I’d catch her in the middle of it and prove it. And if that happened, we needed to have an escape plan waiting, because she still had information that could destroy our lives.
The guys agreed and that set off a flurry of activity. I went to the prison to speak to Mrs. Finley. I told her that I believed my sister was still alive, and if she wanted revenge against the sister who truly wronged her and her son, I could make that happen.
Mrs. Finley said yes so fast, I didn’t even get a chance to explain the plan. With her on board, I pressured the detectives into letting her go. I pressed on the point that she never would’ve gotten in my home in the first place if one of their own hadn’t let her in, and her assault against me hadn’t left any damage. I was fine, and I’d tell the jury that, along with what a massive waste of time and taxpayer money this trial was. They’d inevitably vote not guilty, and there would’ve been no point to any of it.