Juliette
My phone is blowing up.
All my friends and family are calling and texting me, asking if I'm okay.
But I'm not okay. My husband just died. And I'm sitting on the couch, ignoring the calls as I watch the shocking headlines. My mother-in-law is accusing me for her son's murder. This will crash my career.
For some strange reason, I think about Roman. I wonder if he's watching all this crap. I wonder if he believes it. And I wonder if he intentionally gave me an invalid number. He probably doesn't want to be involved with someone like me. Someone who fùcks another man on her honeymoon. He must've thought I'm a slùt. And now, he thinks I'm a killer.
Megan is pacing around the room, her hand shoved in the pocket of her black pants. She's on a call with my publicist, cooking up ways
