Abram~

She has always been like this—staring at me. Whenever I was with Charlotte, I always found something unusual about her.

"Meera fucking James," I whispered her name, and it felt like venom on my tongue. She was the popular slut of our school.

No doubt, she is a beauty—one who doesn't even know she is beautiful—but she is a lethal, vicious woman behind that innocent facade.

How could someone kill their own blood and not feel even an ounce of guilt for it? If not for my family, I would have never married the murderer of my best friend.

The cops said it was an accident, but I know...