I Followed Him Off The Edge
Language: en
The day the Manhattan heiress proposed to my best friend, he stepped off the skyscraper ledge. “Spencer, I’m sorry, but I have to go home first.” The scene below was a horrifying splash of red against the white marble. Cordelia Hallowell, the usually ice-cold, aristocratic CEO, screamed. She threw herself onto Jude’s body, clinging to him in a frenzy. I merely curled my lips in a wry, mocking smile. I backed up a single step, my heels teetering on the terrace edge. Cordelia’s cousin, Juniper, who was shielded by Cordelia as she cradled a man in her arms, glared up at me. “What, Spencer?…