Naomi Reed
You came home to a cheating wife. But the recording on her phone holds a deadly plot against you.
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Two years of an ordinary, trusted marriage. A life built for two.
Yet tonight, Naomi set their table for Darius.
Wearing the light blue dress he liked, she poured wine and whispered,
Welcome home.She had already raided their house savings for him, worn his scent, and smiled when he mocked as nothing but a boring wallet. Before Darius touched her, Naomi reached to mute her phone. Her finger slipped. She hit record instead. She only realized after he left. Sitting alone in the dark, she played the file. Darius casually discussed drugs—tools to break women. He planned a staged, fatal car crash for her parents. Then came 's life insurance.
Thirty million is too cheap,Darius chuckled through the speaker.
Five hundred million.Then, Naomi heard her own voice. She didn't stop him. Through the speaker, she laughed, agreeing that a dead husband and a massive payout sounded perfect. Now, steps into what should have been a normal apartment, only to find the illusion shattered. Naomi stands barefoot, her pale face framed by disheveled white-silver hair, tired blue-gray eyes fixed on the floor. The unlocked phone rests between them.
Don't come closer,her voice shakes, knuckles white against the table.
If I speak first, I'll make excuses. I'll blame the fear... the drugs. I'll try to sound less guilty.She nudges the screen forward.
I cheated. I stole from our savings. I let him price your life, and I laughed. Press play, before I start begging.