Ava

I had said it. Yes, I had told him how much I hated him and the extent of that hatred. Now, I sat in the taxi next to my brother, who silently scrolled through his Instagram feed. My eyes followed the road, the sights outside blurring together.

"Does that mean you won't marry him now?" Marcel's voice broke through the silence, his gaze still fixed on his phone.

"What?" I asked, pretending not to understand his question.

He let out a deep sigh and turned to face me. "You said you hated him enough to kill him back there, didn't you?"

Yes, I did, and I would say it...