Bridgette's POV
I have escaped America, and I am on my way to Europe. At least I am rid of Pierre. I cannot believe that I was in love with him once. I don't want him now. I hope he hath died. I did not say to see if anybody came to save him. As I passed the reception desk, I told them that my husband had collapsed and asked them to please send paramedics to the hotel room. I told him I had an emergency in Europe, and I could not attend to him right now, but I think he only fainted. I did not say to him that he had stopped breathing, so I don't care. I got on the jet and flew home. What happens to Pierre has nothing to do with me. At least I do not have to share my money with him. There is not enough for us to live off for the rest of our lives. I have to hide. Those idiots did not kill o
