After the exchange of rings and the champagne toast, the wedding neared its end.
Luana's heart finally settled.
The wedding had gone off without a hitch, and the next item on her agenda was to deal with Travis.
She followed the wedding car to their new home and then took a taxi back to her own place.
In her bedroom, as she opened the wardrobe to change out of her bridesmaid dress, a bank card fell out.
It was the dowry she had given to Clarissa, who had secretly returned it to her wardrobe.
Picking up the card, Luana couldn't help but smile.
Clarissa was always giving without expecting anything in return, not even taking advantage of Albert.
She was the kind of woman who made one feel warm inside.
Holding the bank card tightly, Luana thought about how she wouldn't be there after tonight.
If she hadn't left Clarissa any words, Clarissa would surely be heartbroken.
So, she sat down at her desk, took up her pen, and wrote a suicide note.
It was a hasty two-page letter, expressing everything she wanted to say.
After finishing, she placed the bank card inside the letter, put it in an envelope, and wrote "To Clarissa" on it.
She hesitated, then took out another sheet of paper, intending to write something to Cline but found she didn't know what to say.
In the end, she simply wrote his name and folded the paper, placing it in her drawer.
Once she was gone, Clarissa would surely find the things she left behind.
With that done, Luana took a handful of medication.
Tonight's task was daunting, and she needed to keep her strength up.
After swallowing the pills, she unlocked her desk drawer and took out a small jar of sleeping pills she had been saving for ten days.
She put the pills, along with the fake contract and a dagger, into her bag and booked a hotel room on her phone.
She went to the hotel to set things up and then sent the address to Travis via text message, as he had contacted her that way before.
[Mr. Elan, Coldgold Hotel, room 2088, waiting for you.]
She expected Travis to come directly but was surprised when he sent a question mark in response.
[?]
Seeing this, Luana frowned, confused since they had agreed to meet tonight to exchange the contract.
Before she could ponder further, he sent another message: [Wait for me.]
This eased her doubts, and she put down her phone, took out the sleeping pills, and emptied the jar into a wine glass.
She then took the dagger and crushed the pills with its tip.
She had planned to fight Travis before but wasn't prepared enough. This time, she was determined to kill him.
She didn't want to be toyed with by him or to involve Clarissa. Killing him was her only way out.
She crushed the pills, filled the glass with red wine, and hid the dagger under the pillow.
After that, Luana turned off the main light and sat on the sofa, waiting.
About twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
Hearing this, her body trembled despite her attempt to remain calm.
She was nervous and scared, but there was no turning back now.
She put down the wine bottle, composed herself, and walked to the door, opening it.
A man stood outside, wearing a gold-bronze mask that concealed his entire face.
Luana felt something was off the moment she saw him and tried to close the door, but he forced his way in.
The man entered and turned off all the lights in the room.
The room plunged into darkness, and only the light from outside illuminated his position.
Luana looked at the man standing by the door, her body shaking uncontrollably. The man was not Travis at all!
From his height and build, he seemed more like Cline.
However, Cline always smelled faintly of cedar, while this man reeked of strong perfume.
Cline's hair was always meticulously styled, whereas this man had messy, tousled hair.
Cline preferred business attire, while this man was dressed casually in a white shirt and brown capris, something Cline would never wear.
Moreover, the man had a long, fierce tattoo on his exposed collarbone, a stark contrast to Cline's cleanliness and aversion to tattoos.
Eliminating Cline as the possibility, Luana realized the man was a stranger, someone impersonating Travis.
Her heart pounded with anxiety. Why would this man use Travis's name to approach her?
Why did he hide his face and turn off all the lights, and what did he intend to do?
Her mind raced in confusion, unsure of what to do next.
She had planned to deal with Travis, but now a stranger had emerged, leaving her at a loss.