behind him.
He was furious with her.
Brittany, thinking he was still playing the
loving boyfriend role for the final prank,
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backed down. She mumbled something and
left.
Ethan started to explain, but the bodyguards
wheeled me away.
He stopped the wheelchair, his eyes filled
with panic. “Livvy Moon, where are you
going?”
“To France, to recover,” I said quietly. “Dad’s
worried.”
He protested, said he wouldn’t let me go
alone.
The man who’d orchestrated my broken leg
wouldn’t let me go? I insisted, said my
parents wanted me home. He relented.
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He booked my flight immediately, eager to
prove his devotion. He asked for my flight
number.
I hesitated, then said, “UA 5882.”
He was about to offer to take me to the
airport when his phone rang.
It was his friend, Mark. “Ethan, get down
here! Olivia fell down the stairs!”
Without a word of explanation, without a
goodbye, he ran.
I gave a bitter laugh. “Let’s go,” I told the
bodyguards.
At the airport.
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“Miss, the flight path is secured. Mr. Jones
assures me the crash site will be…
convincing.”
The departure board flashed: AA 1621.
I nodded, boarding the plane to France.
12:24.
The day Ethan said we met.
True or false, I chose this moment. He would
remember me.
Remember that I died because of his cruel
game.
The plane shuddered. I sent Ethan one last
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played it with my life.”
My phone exploded with calls and messages.
UA 5882 crashed.
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I checked my phone one last time. Brittany’s
burner account popped up: “Ethan wants to
play a prank compilation at our wedding.
Loser crying her eyes out makes the perfect
intro.”
Attached was a photo of Ethan’s safe,
overflowing with 99 audio recorders.
I smiled, pulling out my SIM card as his calls
poured in.
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He didn’t know about the “crash” yet. Just
that his game was up.
Disbelief? Anger? Panic?
Didn’t matter.
Dad had made sure the private jet vanished without a trace. Like wiping a fingerprint off a wedding photo. He told me not to worry.
