Chapter 85

• Richard
• It's been almost three years since I entered Claudia's life without caring about her at all. I was still suffering from the ghost of a love that was never really mine—a woman who deceived me the whole time she was with me and even had the audacity to fake her own death to come back when the money she stole from me ran out. If it was easier for her to go back to her old lover and continue with her damn shitty life, then why didn't she just leave without a trace? She was already dead; what did it matter if she never came back? But instead, she chose to create a whole fantastic story that I believed letter by letter.
• I don't understand why I set aside my feelings for Claudia when the guilt of what supposedly happened to Hannah hit me shamelessly. I should never have let myself be deceived or caused all of this to happen this way. From the beginning, I should have taken my wife and run away with her to wherever the crap that was after Hannah caught up with us. I am the biggest asshole in the entire universe, but I swear by every damn drop of blood running through my veins that I will make sure Claudia one day no longer remembers any of this and that her days are colored with the brightest and most beautiful colors of this life.