You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 280

“Greg?”

“Greg?”

“Stop faking it. Get up.”

Kelly tossed the knife aside, then nudged Greg with her foot.

Greg pressed one hand to his throat and reached out to her with the other, mumbling, trying to beg for help. As soon as he opened his mouth, blood just gushed out.

Kelly stood there, face blank, just watching. She saw his breathing slow down, saw his hand slip from his neck and drop to the floor.

He wanted her to save him? Not a chance.

She’d gone at him with the knife fully intending he wouldn’t make it out alive. There was no way she’d suddenly have a change of heart and save him now. Hurt her? Maybe she could have let that slide. Hurt her son? She’d rather die than let that go.

There was a murder at the hotel.

Kelly called the police herself.

The police and the coroner showed up at almost the same time. With the holidays coming up, nobody needed a murder on their hands—especially not at a hotel in this neighborhood.

At the police station, Kelly stuck to her story: Greg tried to rape her. She fought back, and things got out of control.

“Where’d the knife come from?” the detective asked.

Kelly said, “No idea. It was just sitting on the nightstand.”

He glanced at the forensics report. “But your fingerprints are the only ones on it.”

Reporters swarmed the police station entrance. Over at Riverdale College, the campus forum was blowing up with heated debates.

Kelly had always been a high-profile presence at Riverdale College. She drove fancy cars, lived in a huge house, and with her striking looks and that unforgettable voice, she’d married into money and climbed the social ladder. At work, though, she was notorious for being hard on her prettier female students.

Every beautiful girl in her class had caught her shade at some point. Over time, Ms. Phipps was known for favoring the plain girls, and it became campus legend. Whether that was just a story or real bias, only the people who went through it knew for sure.

When the news about the “rape case” broke, some people couldn’t hide their glee. Even graduates came back to the forum just to quietly give the post a like, almost as if marking the end of the days when their own shine had been dimmed by her.

Music students, even if they weren’t all stunning, always had a special kind of charm. Four years of college, plus grad school, should have been their brightest years. They were supposed to stand out. They should have owned the spotlight. But because their teacher didn’t like them, that light was snuffed out.

For a while, the number of likes on the forum post about Kelly’s news was higher than the comments. College students, for the most part, kept it classy—just clicking like in silence.

The media, though, weren’t satisfied with that. They were already digging into every detail of Kelly’s life, desperate to drag out every secret she had.