Ava’s eyes squinted as she mulled this over. Then, she slowly shook her head. “No. I don’t think that’s the case. Ethan pissed off a lot of people when he messed with the Windsor family and didn’t marry Chloe.”


    “Yes, but I think that was more of a business strategy,” I pointed out. “Ethan knew that the Windsor family had much more to lose than him.”


    Even as I said those words, I knew that things were different now. Chloe’s unstable moods were just growing more out of control. She was like a tornado, and she would destroy anything that dared get into her path. Soon, she would expose that Ethan’s dad had a ‘bastard‘ child who could threaten the Hawthrone way of life. That information would set off a chain reaction to ruin the whole family. I wondered if Ethan was going to marry Chloe just to appease her and ensure she didn’t expose his family’s dirtyundry.


    When I brought this up to Ava, I also pointed out that she might be right. “Ethan may just simply believe that Chloe is pregnant,” I allowed. “He’s always wanted to have a big family.”


    My heart panged just a little bit with my words, but I ignored the emotion until it went away.


    “I can’t believe how deceitful the Hawthrone family is,” Ava said, and her nose crinkled in disgust. “You dodged a bullet by getting out of that marriage.”


    I stood up and grabbed two more beers from the fridge. But I didn’t sit back down when I got back to the living room. As I sipped on my beer,


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    I paced the carpet, as I created a new n on how to find evidence of all of Chloe’s wrongdoings.


    Who would help me? I needed a person who was well–connected and who also wanted Chloe to ultimately be put behind bars like I did.


    Then, it came to me.


    Amelia Hawthrone.


    *Author*


    The next morning, Amelia Hawthrone was in her mansion alone. This was highly unusual since there was usually her cook, assistant, or a number of maids to oversee, but Ame had sent them away as soon as she opened the package that had been sitting by her front door when she woke up this morning.


    The package had been light. At first, Ame had thought that it was a prank and that there was nothing within the package. But when she opened it, she gasped at what she discovered.


    Now, she had all of the paper spread across her white marble kitchen ind. As Amelia gripped her hot coffee mug, she stared at a picture of a boy who looked to be around seventeen years old. Another document was a police report of when the boy, Russell Lewis, had gone missing.


    When Amelia had read the name of thest person Russell had been seen with, she dropped her coffee mug in shock. The cup shattered onto the floor, making a mess of porcin and hot liquid all over her shiny kitchen floor.


    Ignoring the mess, Amelia leaned down and stared at the name, Chloe Windsor.


    Amelia’s face went white as she considered the thought that Chloe- the girl that her son was engaged to–might have killed one of her


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    ssmates when she was in high school. The older woman put a shaking hand to her mouth. Her heart was mming against her chest as she considered the fact that her son might be engaged to not only a liar but a murderer.


    That thought made the room spin around her, and she grabbed onto the cool kitchen counter so that she couldn’t fall over in shock. Then, Chloe’s words fromst night ran through her mind. ‘You should be careful with who you threaten. You might have a little…ident.‘


    Was that Chloe threatening to kill her like she had killed that boy?


    It was all too much for Ame. Her whole body shook as she fell to her knees. She cried out in pain when a shard from her smashed coffee cup sliced her leg. Her stomach turned as she watched her blood tickle onto the floor.


    Her housekeeper ran into the kitchen. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Windsor. I know that you said to leave, but I was gathering my things when I just heard you cry out in pain.”


    “I’m fine, Mary,” Amelia snapped at the other woman and rose to her feet, although her legs were trembling. “Leave me alone!”


    Mary’s cheeks went pink, and she rushed out of the room.


    Once Amelia was sure she was alone, she studied the papers,


    theorizing that they had been sent to her from an old friend of Russell Lewis who was seeking revenge against Chloe.


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