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“I’m asking you—when did you figure it out?” Andrea snapped, acting like a total drama queen, her whole demeanor sharp and nearly hysterical.
Reba shot her a sideways nce.
Her gaze stayed chilly and indifferent, just like always, but somehow Andrea couldn’t shake the feeling that Reba knew everything. ‘She’s got that same deadpan look, but I just know she’s onto me, Andrea thought, her emotions spiraling out of control and her voice rising in desperation. “Say something!”
“When you were running all over town, using your so–called debt to threaten Jeffrey,” Reba replied offhandedly, totally making it up as she went.
‘Just who was Andrea pretending to be?‘ Reba wondered.
‘How did Jeffrey never catch on that Andrea wasn’t who she said she was?‘ she thought.
‘And how did Andrea catch on in the first ce?‘ Reba couldn’t help but wonder.
Right now, she didn’t have answers to any of this–all she could do was keep poking, hoping Andrea might let something slip.
“No way,” Andrea forced herself to stay calm. “If you really knew I was a fake, why didn’t you expose me?”
“By the time I figured it out, Jeffrey had already hurt me because of you,” Reba continued, spinning her story with a straight face. “Out of pure spite, I wanted to see the look on his face when he found out the truth.”
Andrea tried to catch Reba in a lie, searching her face for any sign of deception.
But Reba’s expression was so real, it almost seemed like she had all the answers.
“Anything else?” Reba asked, clearly not wanting to stick around any longer. “If not, get lost.”
“You’re lying!” Andrea shot back, refusing to back down, her eyes locked on Reba. “You don’t know a thing.”
“Even if I didn’t know before, do you really think I’m clueless now?” Reba replied, her tone dripping with indifference.
The more Reba acted like this, the more Andrea’s confidence wavered. For the whole minute that followed, Andrea couldn’t take her eyes off Reba’s face, searching for any sign of weakness.
Andrea racked her brain, trying to spot any clues from the past, but all she could dredge up were those endless shes with Reba and Jeffrey’s words<b>–</b>sweet on the surface, but ice cold underneath. Nothing else made sense, and it drove her nuts.
“Then spit it out–who exactly is that person?” Andrea demanded, her gaze still locked onto Reba.
Reba stayed silent.
Her face said it all–she was so over it,pletely uninterested in ying along.
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Up to now, Reba still wasn’t sure–did Andrea hear about what happened between Jeffrey and that woman. from someone else, or was she actually close to her and took her identity?
Either way, if Reba said one wrong word, Andrea would be onto her in a heartbeat.
“Didn’t you just say I didn’t know anything?” Reba said, dodging the question and keeping the game going.
“You seriously don’t know a thing.” Andrea shot back, her brain finally kicking into gear. Her eyes stayed glued to Reba’s face. “If you actually knew what was going on, you’d have spit it out ages ago. The only reason you keep dodging <i>is </i>because you’re just as clueless as I thought.”
If Reba had figured out Andrea was impersonating someone else, she wouldn’t have hesitated–she would’ve blown Andrea’s cover in a heartbeat.
Andrea knew firsthand how Jeffrey stuck by her all because of that promise. If Reba actually was the real lifesaver, why wouldn’t she use that promise to force Jeffrey to dump Andrea for good?
All it would take is for Reba to say the word–Jeffrey wouldply, no questions asked.
Long story short? Reba was totally in the dark.
“Reba, as long as you hand me a fat stack of cash and make sure Jeffrey will never track me down, I’ll spill who that person really is,” Andrea bargained.
Reba just kept her hand steady on the wheel, staying silent.
Andrea kept pushing, “Having that person show up? You and Jeffrey could split for good, no hassle.”
Reba paused.
She shot Andrea a sideways nce.
“So, what do you say?” Andrea pressed.
“You couldn’t do it, but you think they can?” Reba said, skepticism clear in her voice.
No question, when Andrea went to Jeffrey, she totally tried to get him to ditch Reba and put a ring on her instead. But Jeffrey, being Mr. Honor–Bound, had sworn up and down he’d never break things off with Reba–so Andrea’s whole scheme blew up in her face.
Just thinking about it left Andrea seething. ‘Seriously, why does Reba get all the breaks?‘ she raged. <fn5b80> Latest content published on FιndＮovel</fn5b80>
Trying to rein in her frustration and keep her secret locked down, Andrea said, “Yeah, she’s got that special something with Jeffrey.”
Reba’s fingers traced slow circles on the steering wheel.
Getting out of her marriage for a wad of cash? Honestly, it sounded like easy money. The only catch–she really didn’t want to owe Andrea anything.
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“You know Jeffrey’s not about to divorce you, and you know just how much of a headache a court battle would be,” Andrea pressed, practically begging Reba to say yes. “You’ve got a shot at freedom right in front of you
are you really going to pass it up?”
“Don’t bother trying to egg me on,” Reba replied, refusing to give in right away.
The more indifferent Reba seemed, the more on edge Andrea felt.
Reba mulled over their conversation before finally asking, “Where is this person? How long till they get to Honn?”
“Three days tops,” Andrea replied, ying her cards close to the chest–mixing truth with lies was the only way to keep Reba guessing. “I swear, once she knows what’s going on, she’ll help you get that divorce. If she doesn’t, you can rat me out to Jeffrey–no hard feelings.”
Reba shot her a sideways nce.
For Andrea to say something like that, she must be pretty damn sure of herself.
‘But who is this person, and how the hell is she supposed to make Jeffrey break the promise he made to me on our wedding day?‘ Reba wondered.
“Let me spell it out for you—this person isn’t just Jeffrey’s savior, she means the world to him,” Andrea said, keeping her poker face locked in. “When ites to his promise to her, everyone else—including you–gets pushed to the back of the line.”
“I’ll think about it,” Reba replied, refusing to say yes right away. “I’ll let you know when I’ve made up my mind.”
Andrea shot back, “No deal.”
Reba didn’t miss a beat. “Then I’m out.”
Andrea was about ready to blow her top.
She swallowed down her frustration and kept jabbing, “Miss this shot and you’ll just end up taking it to court with Jeffrey. Aren’t you scared you’ll lose?”
“Yeah, I’m scared,” Reba said, cool as ever, her eyes calm and steady. “But you’re way more freaked out than
I am.”
Andrea froze.
Reba didn’t hold back. “You’re dying to run because you know your little savior act is about to blow up, right? If I lose in court, I can always keep fighting–but what about you?”
Reba knew exactly what kind of tricks Jeffrey could pull.
Andrea had been scamming him for ages, ying the fake savior just to soak him for cash and affection. But once the truth came out, she was screwed–he’d make her pay for every lie.
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“Fine!” Andrea finally got a grip on herself. “I’ll give you time to think it over, but you’ve got two days–no more. Give me your answer by then.”
Reba didn’t bother to answer, just motioned for her to get out.
Andrea was fuming as she got out, mming the door behind her with a loud bang.
For a split second, Andrea seriously considered getting rid of Reba right there–she almost had it in her to just finish things. But this was downtown Honn, and with how protective Jeffrey was of Reba, there were probably bodyguards lurking in the shadows, just waiting for any trouble.
That thought stopped her, but Andrea wasn’t finished–she grabbed the door handle and jerked it twice, but of course it was locked. Frustrated, she mmed her fist against the window over and over, making a scene.
Reba rolled the window down just a crack, barely enough to catch Andrea’s words.
“Give me the dashcam, now.” Andrea snapped, suddenly on edge about what it might’ve caught. “Or delete everything we just talked about. I mean it!”
Reba didn’t give her the time of day–she just started the car and drove away without a second nce.
Andrea jumped back, freaked out, and cursed at the receding taillights. “Reba, you’ve lost your damn mind!”
Not far away, Tommy was chilling in a ck sedan, taking in every second of the drama. As Reba’s car rolled away, he started tailing her–Bluetooth in one ear. “Andrea just stormed out of Ms. Jensen’s car. She looks furious,” he said into the mic.
Barry was on duty outside the hospital, keeping an eye out. “Ms. Jensen’s good, right?” he murmured.
Tommy responded, tone all serious, “She’s fine. Drove off just now.”
“Good,” Barry said, finally sounding relieved. “Keep up the shadows, man. Don’t let her spot you.”