When I woke up in the hospital after the accident, the steady beeping of machines reminded me I was still alive — though I wasn’t sure why. Then I remembered Greg’s voice through the haze:
“Your life insurance will set me free.”
At first, I thought it was a dream. But when I saw his guilty face, I knew it wasn’t.
The police called my fall an accident, but a detective noticed cracks in Greg’s story — the argument, the alcohol, the timing. When they found emails to his insurance company, everything came undone.
Greg was arrested, shouting, “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this!”
He was right.
I recovered, left the past behind, and built a new life by the coast. My story became one of strength, not survival.
He thought my death would set him free —
but in the end, my life did.
