Inside, I found documents. Contracts, medical files. Proof of the heart transplant. Proof of everything.
I snapped photos quickly, replacing each paper with meticulous care.
At the yacht, Sally flaunted her diamond-studded watch and paraded around in the necklace Darren had gifted her. The champagne sparkled in her glass as she basked in her friends’ laughter.
Later, seeking air, I slipped to a quieter deck. Sally intercepted me, baby Alex pressed to her chest.
“You weren’t supposed to come,” she spat.
“I’d rather drown than enjoy this circus. Darren practically dragged me here.”
Her hand shot out, shoving me. “Bitch. You’ll always be jealous because Darren loves me.”
Before I could retort, she slipped on the wet floor. Her shriek split the air. Guests rushed as she crumpled, clutching Alex. Blood oozed from a cut on her wrist.
“She pushed me!” Sally wailed, pointing at me.
Janine snatched the crying baby. “Eliana, how could you?”
“I didn’t touch her!”
Darren’s eyes were wild. “You were the only one here. Stop lying!”
Sally sobbed, “She wanted my baby dead!”
Before I could breathe, Darren seized me, dragging me to the yacht’s edge. “Apologize!” he roared.
“Darren—please—I can’t swim—”