Epilogue

Checkmate, Beauty!

I’m still trying to piece together what happened—just sitting in my cell, replaying the evening over and over. How could you play me like that? But honestly… if anyone could do it, it was you, Beauty. That’s why you were perfect for me.

When I got out of the shower and saw you no longer lying in my bed, I immediately ran off because I thought you were going to escape in your car and drive to the cops. But you had something completely different planned.

You’re not dead because it wasn’t me who killed you. You’re alive, and you framed me for this to get me locked up. The cops asked me about your body, but of course, I couldn’t tell them anything. But when they waved one of your kitchen knives with your blood on it and the little souvenir you hid in my bedroom under my nose, I knew I’d lost to you.

That hurts, Beauty! You fooled me. Left your daughter and your best friend, abandoned your life so I could be locked away like an animal in a cage too small for me. But one day, you'll make a mistake. If everything goes well, I’ll be set free again. And then… then, Beauty, I will find you. Because you belong to me, I will never let you go again!

The End.