“What the heck are you talking about? I buried you.”
“You died at our wedding.”
A couple across the aisle glanced over.
Karl lowered his voice. “Please. Just listen. My parents cut me off years ago because I refused to join the family business. I wanted my own life. They said I was throwing away everything they’d built.”
I stared at him. “When they found out I was getting married, they offered me a chance to ‘fix my mistake.'”
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“What offer?”
“They… they said they would restore my access to the family money if I came back. If I returned to the fold with my wife.”
“My parents cut me off years ago because I refused to join the family business.”
I blinked at him. “What does this have to do with you faking your death at our wedding?”
He looked around the bus, then back at me. “I agreed.”
“What?”
“They transferred the money a few days before the wedding. A lot of money. Enough that we’d never have to worry again. I moved it right away.”
I stared at him. “And now what? You came back from the grave to tell me we’re rich?”
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“I agreed.”
“I came back to get you. So we can disappear.”
“Why would we disappear?”
“You’re not getting it.” He let out a harsh sigh. “I lied. I never intended to go back to my parents, to let them control our lives.”
I slumped back in my seat. “That’s why you faked your death? To steal from your parents?”
“It’s freedom,” he said, leaning closer. “Don’t you see? If I’d kept my promise, they would have controlled everything. Our lives, our future, our kids. This way, we get the money and none of the strings.”
“That’s why you faked your death? To steal from your parents?”
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I put a hand over my mouth.
Karl went on, almost eager now. “We can go anywhere in the world and start over. I’ll give you the life you deserve.”
I looked into his face and saw no real shame there, and no guilt.
Karl had no understanding of what he’d put me through.
“You let me plan your funeral,” I said.
He flinched. “I know that was hard.”
“I’ll give you the life you deserve.”
“Hard?” My voice rose. “I watched them carry you out while I was still in my wedding dress.”
A man two rows up turned fully around to look at us.
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Karl lowered his own voice. “I said I’m sorry. I knew you would understand once I explained. I did this for us… You can see that, can’t you?”
That hit harder than everything else.
“No. You did it for the money, Karl.”
“I did this for us… You can see that, can’t you?”
“That’s not fair.” He leaned closer, irritated now. “You have no idea what kind of opportunity this is. I didn’t want to burden you with the decision, babe.”
“Burden me? No… You didn’t want me to say no.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. Looking at him then, watching him struggle to understand why I wasn’t leaping at the chance to run off with him, made me realize what I had to do next.
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“That’s not fair.”
