Travis staggered, his legs nearly giving out beneath him.
Madison covered her mouth, tears welling in her eyes. “She’s alive?” she whispered, voice quivering. “She’s the one doing this?”
Travis didn’t answer. He just kept clutching the phone, his pulse hammering loud enough to drown out everything else.
“Zoe,” he breathed, chest caving in.
Madison paced, her hands tangling in her hair. “This can’t be happening,” she whispered. “It’s her. She’s doing this to us. She —”
She stopped suddenly, her face draining of color as she turned toward the window.
Her voice trembled. “Travis… the police are here.”
#Zoe’s pov#
It had been exactly four days since our wedding — three days of living in a mansion that felt like it belonged in a fairy tale.
The estate was massive, the kind of place you could get lost in if you weren’t careful. There was a butler, a head maid, and enough staff to run a small hotel, all moving with efficiency.
Preston had been nothing but gentle with me. He refused to touch me beyond a kiss on the forehead or a hand on my back unless I wanted it. He told me he’d wait — until I was ready, until my heart was fully his.