Nicole picked up her phone and called Tristan.
“Hello? Nicky, what’s up?”
“Are you coming home today?”
“I’ve got a lot on my plate at work. I probably won’t make it back tonight.”
“Alright.”
Nicole hung up, her voice calm as she murmured to herself, “Tristan, I gave you one last chance to see me, and you chose not to take it. So, this is goodbye—forever.”
She called for the housekeeper and instructed her to bring their bed down to the yard.
“Bring me a torch.”
The housekeeper froze, thinking she must have misheard.
“Ma’am, what did you say?”
She had assumed Nicole wanted the bed cleaned or aired out.
“I said, bring me a torch,” Nicole repeated, her face emotionless.
The housekeeper hesitated for only a moment before rushing off to fetch it.
Nicole took the torch without hesitation and set the bed ablaze.
The sheets, the bed, and everything they had bought together during their first year of marriage went up in flames, reduced to ashes.
The housekeeper stood silently nearby, too stunned to ask why, her eyes fixed on the fire.
“Tristan, consider this my parting gift to you,” Nicole said coldly.
Watching the fire die out, she let out a bitter laugh. It was over—everything was truly over.
The next evening, Lisa arrived as promised.
She pulled up in the Ferrari Tristan had gifted her, her flashy entrance drawing the attention of everyone passing by.
Nicole smirked. This was exactly what she wanted—to put Lisa squarely in the spotlight, with nowhere to hide.
“You’re here?”
“Make it quick. I’m exhausted. My boyfriend and I have been busy all night and day, and I’m really worn out,” Lisa replied with a smirk, casually tilting her head to reveal the marks on her neck.
Nicole remained unmoved, her expression calm despite Lisa’s provocative demeanor.
“Pass a message to Tristan for me,” Nicole said, her voice steady as she articulated each word. “Tell him… I hate him.”
“What?” Lisa frowned, confused by her tone.
“Why don’t you tell him yourself?”
After all, she was here to assert her dominance, not play messenger.
“Because I’m about to die.”
The next second, she climbed onto the railing, standing precariously at the edge of the bridge.
