That was the last time I saw either of them.
Later, I heard that Christian had fired Lily. Not only that, he had demanded back every cent he had ever spent on her. Lily, stunned by his ruthless- ness, had finally left in a rage.
Three months later, I received a call from the police, asking me to identify a body.
They said there had been a murder–suicide in the villa I had sold.
The deceased were my ex–husband and Lily.
Christian had no parents, no other close relatives. I was the only person in the world with a strong connection to him.
Hearing the news, I felt a strange mix of sadness and resignation.
But in the end, I handled his affairs.
I scattered his ashes into the mountains and the sea.
Leaving no trace behind.
