Warren's pale face showed a hint of pleading. "Olivia, we've gotten to know each other better in the past two years. Have you ever loved me?"

Hatred was evident in Olivia's cold eyes. "Never. I pray for your death every single second of my life."

"I knew it." He smiled at that embittering answer.

Karma had always been there.

Another sound of a gunshot surprised the birds. A pool of blood splashed over the flowers.

Warren stared at the picture on the gravestone. "Mona, I've returned every