My sister-in-law and I married into the Lawsons, but contrary to popular belief, we got along perfectly, spending our days shopping and going to salons.
And now we were crying in each other’s arms. Why? Our husbands cheated on us, and we needed to get rid of them.
“I know how to get out of this mess, but we need money, Sophia.”
My sister-in-law, Sophia Clairson, showed me her account. “Is this enough? I can get more. I’d rather the money come to me than go to the mistress.”
I counted the zeros. More than 150 million. Well, that was screw-you money, certainly. “More than enough. Alright, here’s the plan. We can…”
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We came up with the perfect plan and decided to fake our deaths. The date? My sister-in-law’s birthday. The one to push the blame to? My husband’s mistress, Lorelei. Oh, some people might call me cruel, but you should’ve seen the message she sent me. I’d love to make sure she gets a life sentence.
Once I got back, I transferred all my assets elsewhere. Christopher Lawson, my husband, told me he had an appointment and wasn’t coming back that night. I sneered. Perfect. More time for me to move my assets away.
Then, preparations were done. I ignored the bitch for a couple of days, and then it was Sophia’s birthday. Charlie Lawson, Sophia’s husband, held a party for her on a cruise ship.
Sophia was absolutely lovely that day. The emerald necklace she wore was worth a fortune. She gave me a look, and I realized what I had done wrong. I should’ve worn all my valuables. I could’ve exchanged them for cash down the line.
