Love Laced with Poison

The Hudson River doesn’t give back what it takes, and tonight, it took the wife of Dante Moretti. One moment, the anniversary gala was a sea of silk and champagne; the next, it was a crime scene stained by my blood and the viral exposure of my husband’s hand on his mistress’s waist. As the sirens cut through the winter air and Dante screamed my name into the black water, the world watched the Moretti empire begin to bleed out in real-time. He thinks he’s mourning a tragedy. He doesn't realize he’s witnessing a masterpiece. I didn't just jump; I vanished, taking every asset, every secret, and his sanity with me into the dark.