That night, my mother-in-law hid a rattlesnake under my pillow after discovering my $25 million life insurance policy. She smiled at me and said, “Go get some rest, I made your bed.” I didn’t argue. I took a blanket and gave the bedroom to my husband. Hours later, her desperate scream woke up the entire house… but the real secret was only beginning to come out.

“Good.”

He packed one suitcase.

I watched from the doorway.

Then I noticed something.

His phone was on the bed.

A message appeared.

HEATHER.

Are you okay?

Your mom called me.

My stomach turned.

I picked up the phone.

Edgar saw.

“Nora.”

I opened the message.

No passcode.

He had never hidden his phone from me.

That now seemed almost insulting.

The conversation was long.

Months.

Years.

I scrolled.

Photos of a little boy.

Dark hair.

Edgar’s eyes.

Birthday cake.

Christmas gifts.

A trip to the zoo.

Then messages between Edgar and Heather.

I kept scrolling.

Heather.

Your mother says Nora’s new insurance changes things.

Edgar.

I don’t care about insurance.

Heather.

She said you could finally be free.

Edgar.

Tell her to stop talking like that.

My heart beat faster.

Then another.

Heather.

She’s obsessed with the idea that we should be together.

Edgar.

I’m not leaving Nora.

Heather.

Then stop coming here.

Edgar.

I want to see my son.

Heather.

You don’t get to keep both lives forever.

That mattered.

Heather was not part of Kristina’s murder plan.

At least not from these messages.

She wanted Edgar to make a decision.

He refused.

Then I found something worse.

From Kristina.

Three weeks earlier.