Third person POV
Felicity slammed the door as hard as she could, the impact rattling the walls. Her eyes burned with tears, the words from her argument with Nolan still echoing in her head.
“I’m not announcing a damn engagement when my wife is missing.”
The phrase cut like a dagger. My wife. That was how he referred to Ellie. Not “that woman,” not “the mistake”—my wife. The word made Felicity tremble with jealous rage.
She should have made the drugs stronger. She should have made sure Ellie died along with her little bastards.
It had been months now, and no one had seen her. She had to be dead. And if she wasn’t? Well, Ellie had enemies beyond Felicity. Someone else would have taken care of it.
Good, Felicity thought bitterly. But even with Ellie gone, her ghost lingered in the pack
