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    The next day, Tracy sat in the backyard chatting with Elyse when her phone rang. It was Lowell. After hearing him out, she let out an annoyed huff and ended the call.


    Elyse raised an eyebrow. “What did he want?”


    “He told his parents about us and wants me to meet them to discuss our marriage!” Tracy scoffed. “I never agreed to marry him.”


    Elyse sighed. “Maybe he genuinely wants to build a life with you because of the baby.”


    Tracy rolled her eyes. “He’s delusional. Everything I did was just an act, and he actually believed it?”


    Elyse nodded knowingly. “He’s never been in a rtionship before. You’re his first. He probably thinks this is some dramatic lovehate romance.”


    Tracy fell silent, her mouth parting in disbelief.


    Elyse chuckled softly. “You thought you had everything under control, but he’s not ying by your rules. For you, this is revenge. For him, it’s fate.”


    Tracy’s lips pressed into a thin line, her expression sour.


    Elyse’s smile faded as her thoughts drifted elsewhere. Shaun was lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to act. So far, he’d done nothing—because Elyse had assured him that Tracy’s feelings for Lowell were purely vengeful. At most, she was only troubled by the baby. But if Tracy softened because of the child, there was no telling what an impulsive, unstable Shaun might do.


    After a long silence, Tracy sighed. “When people reach their breaking point, they end up doing things they never imagined.”


    Elyse offered a reassuring smile. “I know. You’ve fought hard. You’re just trying to make things right.”


    Tracy gave a small nod, but deep down she knew there was no easy way out of this mess.


    Just then, Driscoll hurried over, holding his phone. He leaned in and whispered, “It’s Jennie.”


    “Jennie?” Elyse blinked in surprise. She’d only helped Jennie once, and they hadn’t spoken since.


    Driscoll shrugged. “She’s calling now.”


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    Elyse’s brow furrowed. Had something happened? She took the phone, her voice gentle. “Hello, Jennie. What can I do for you?”


    There was a long silence before Jennie’s trembling voice came through. “If I did something terrible, does that make me a terrible person? Would you still help someone like me?”


    Elyse’s heart sank; something didn’t feel right. “Please, Jennie—tell me what happened. I can help you.”


    “It’s toote,” Jennie whispered, her voice trembling with guilt. “I already did it. I’m sorry, Elyse. I’ve be someone I don’t even recognize. Don’t help me anymore. I’m not worth it.”


    Before Elyse could respond, the line went dead.


    Elyse wanted to dig deeper, but Jennie had already hung up. The abrupt silence left her unsettled.


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