Colby didn’t even glance at Vanessa; all his focus was on Sophie, who lay sprawled on the ground. He rushed over, checking her for injuries, and only breathed easy once he was sure she was unharmed.
In a low voice, Colby asked, “Do you always have to scare me half to death to be happy?”
“This time... it wasn’t on purpose.”
Vanessa watched Colby and Sophie, feeling like an outsider.
“Colby, Sophie, you’ll never find out from me who’s behind all this.”
With a bitter laugh, Vanessa stepped back, leaned against the corridor railing, and tilted backward, plummeting from the fifth floor.
There was a sickening thud.
The noise made even Odie, who was searching for Sophie, look down.
Vanessa lay in a pool of blood, her body drenched in it.
The sight reminded Odie of Leticia.
Leticia had died the same way.
Maybe they thought suicide would make the men they loved feel some regret or pity.
But all it brought was cold, unfeeling disdain.
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