I leaned back in my seat. “That’s why you faked your death? To steal from your parents?”

“It’s freedom,” he said, leaning closer. “Don’t you see? If I had kept my promise, they would control everything—our lives, our future, our kids. This way, we get the money without the strings.”

I covered my mouth with my hand.

He kept going, almost eager now. “We can go anywhere. Start over. I’ll give you the life you deserve.”

I looked at his face and saw no real guilt. No understanding of what he had put me through.

“You let me plan your funeral,” I said.

Karl flinched. “I know that was hard.”

“Hard?” My voice rose. “I watched them carry you out while I was still in my wedding dress.”

A man two rows ahead turned to stare.

Karl lowered his voice again. “I said I’m sorry. I knew you’d understand once I explained. I did this for us… You can see that, can’t you?”

That hit harder than anything else.

“No. You did it for the money, Karl.”

“That’s not fair.” He leaned closer, irritation creeping in. “You have no idea what kind of opportunity this is. I didn’t want to burden you with the decision, babe.”

“Burden me? No… you just didn’t want me to say no.”