Three years had passed since that fateful night when Mark thought he had erased Laura from his life. He and his lover, Cynthia, had settled into a seemingly charmed existence, thriving on the wealth that had once belonged to Laura. Their days were filled with luxury, their nights with whispered promises of a future unfettered by the shadows of the past.
Mark had convinced himself that what he had done was justified, a necessary step toward a happier life. But late at night, when the world was quiet, the weight of his actions sometimes crept into his mind, a ghostly reminder of the life he had taken. He would brush it aside, telling himself it was only his imagination.
Meanwhile, Cynthia reveled in their newfound wealth, her eyes constantly searching for the next indulgence. She had always been the mastermind, weaving the scheme with precision and coldness that Mark found both terrifying and exhilarating. Together, they believed they had crafted a future that was untouchable, polished by their deceit.
