40. Victims

OLIVER

"I can't do it.” I strode across my office and took a painkiller from one of the drawers. Dwelling on the past would only bring about a headache.

Call me a coward but I could never bring myself to tell Rebecca the truth of what happened that night and what happened to her parents. She would never forgive me.

"Didn't you say you didn't want her forgiveness?" Victor poked at my wounds, ignoring my glare as I swallowed the pill and poured myself whiskey. "That's a bad combination-" he gave up when I drank it regardless.

"It'd be easier if she remembers by herself," after all, I confessed to her the night before it all went down. The look of horror on her face still plagued my mind and when she walked away silently, I heard my heart break.

I couldn't bring myself to relive that moment. Not now when she's suffered a great deal and now it felt as though she had to suffer again for her own wealth.

The cars and the houses I put in her name were all bought with her father's laid fo