But the ache in his chest said otherwise.
The first leak dropped at midnight.
A set of documents — hospital records, consent forms, Travis’s signature scrawled at the bottom like a death sentence. The files detailed how Zoe’s mother’s organs were harvested to save Madison’s sister.
Less than an hour later, photos surfaced. Madison and Travis, tangled together in hotel rooms, his hands gripping her like she was the air he breathed. In some shots, they laughed. In others, they clung to each other like they couldn’t get close enough.
The internet exploded.
Travis sat frozen, his face ashen as he scrolled through the leaks. His breath hitched, chest rising and falling like he couldn’t get enough air.
“This… this isn’t possible,” he muttered, voice shaking. “Who… who would even know all this?”
Travis’s stomach twisted.
Someone was after them.
Someone who knew everything.
Travis gripped his phone, hands trembling, voice barely a whisper.
“Could she still be alive?”
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Zoe sat in a dimly lit room, the glow of her laptop screen illuminating her face. She scrolled through the endless flood of comments, her fingers steady, her heart cold.
Monster.
Murderer.
How could he do that to his wife?