MARYLYN’S POV

I walked into Vincent’s apartment later that night after my shift at the hospital. My heels clicked on the cold marble floor as I stepped inside. I felt excited. Everything was going just as I had planned. Leylla was in police custody, and people couldn’t stop talking. The media was wild, and for once, I felt powerful—like I had finally won. The bitch got what she deserved, and I hope she was having it worse in prison. She could stay there for good or die there, for all I ...