CELESTE'S POV
I watch his fingers curl around the glass.
That's an entire bottle, gone. When did Julian start drinking this much? Probably after his trophy wife went cuckoo in the head.
Watching her scream and cry satisfied me more than I expected. I hope she rots in that ward.
Now that she's out of the way, I can have my man back. And this time, everything will go according to plan.
But life has a habit of laughing at me.
Julian was so goddamn lucky. If Maria had pulled that trigger, he'd be ashes by now.
He had a penchant for playing saviour to the damsels. I always told him that one day he'll go barking up the wrong tree and get cut.
It almost happened. Thank God I trailed him. I had my own agenda, sure, but keeping Julian alive always comes first.
I want to take care of h
