That night, they both stood silently, letting the weight of the plan settle between them. The cruelty of it. The precision. The finality.

Priscilla let out a slow exhale. “Mom… this is… this is really good. Elena won’t see it coming.”

“No,” Mrs. Williams whispered. “She won’t.”

Priscilla crossed her arms again, a wicked smile tugging at her lips. “So Elena will be gone… and Andrei will go back to the kind of women he should be with.”

“Yes.” Mrs. Williams lifted ...