He went insane. The polished, untouchable heir went full-on suicidal when he found my clothes by the sea.
And I thought, maybe... maybe he really loved me.
But later, I found a letter hidden in his safe. A suicide note.
Not for me. For her.
For Margaret.
Dated the exact day I disappeared. The tears I thought were for me... The cliff he stood on...
The way he swore he’d never love again—
None of it was about me.
I was just her shadow.
I cried for three fucking days.
He held me. Swore I was wrong.
“Baby,” he whispered, “Margaret’s gone. She’s a ghost. You’re the one I breathe for. I’ll prove it. If you still doubt me, I’ll jump. I’ll jump every day until you believe me.”
He walked straight to that cliff again. No hesitation.
I broke. I begged him to come back. I told myself it was real. He even gave me control of his personal unit, his private kill team.
“They’re yours now,” he said, pressing the badge into my hand. “If I ever cross you, use them. No mercy. Kill me. Deal?”
I laughed through the tears. “I’m not a killer. I just want you to love me.”
He looked me straight in the eye. “Hakeem only loves Harmony. Always.”
But when Margaret came back, he never said those words again.