“Jessica,” Reba said, turning to her.


    Jessica looked at her with gentle patience. “Go ahead.”


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    Reba pressed her lips together, then voiced her thoughts. “I want to find Andrea and figure out if she really found Jeffrey because of that scar.”


    “Okay,” Jessica said, respecting her decision. “I’ll go with you.”


    Jessica knew what Reba was thinking.


    Reba would have preferred it if the person who saved Jeffrey’s life had been Andrea, or even someone else –just not herself. Sometimes, the way fate messes with you is even harder to swallow than the truth.


    That night, Rebay awake the whole night.


    Her mind kept reying everything between her and Jeffrey–the sweet times, the arguments, the happy moments, and all the ups and downs.


    She remembered every expression, every move, every look in his eyes, and every tone in his voice. She remembered the way he loved her, and she also remembered those sharp words he’d thrown at her out of


    anger.


    It was just past six in the morning.


    She grabbed her phone and tapped on Andrea’s contact.


    After a moment of hesitation, she texted Andrea: [I know who it is. The deal’s off.]


    Andrea didn’t see the message until after eight. She didn’t even blink–just thought Reba was trying to y her. Andrea called, her voice totally nonchnt. “Alright then, spit it out–who is it?”


    If she really knew, she wouldn’t have sent that text.


    She wouldn’t have done anything except freak out, screaming at Reba, demanding to know why she’d taken her ce.


    “Me,” Reba said, her voice steady and brief as she spoke in the study.


    Andrea froze.


    There was a long silence on her end.


    Reba didn’t give her any room for excuses. She went straight for it. “I didn’t even know it was Jeffrey back then–so how did you?”


    There was a long silence on the other end, then Andrea hung up without saying a word.


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    Right now, Andrea was flooded with panic and anxiety.


    ‘How could this happen?‘ Andrea thought, totally freaked out.


    ‘How did Reba find out?‘ Andrea wondered, her heart racing.


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    Reba had been holding onto a shred of doubt. But after seeing Andrea’s reaction, she was one hundred percent sure now–there was no way around it.


    It really was her. She was the one who had saved Jeffrey’s life.


    “Reba,” Amelia called, knocking on the door of the study. She walked in, saw Reba looking really worn out, and asked with concern, “Why do you look so exhausted? Did you stay up workingst night?”


    “Mom,” Reba said, her mood was all over the ce–she honestly couldn’t tell if she felt good or bad.


    Amelia walked over to her. “What’s wrong?”


    After a moment’s hesitation, Reba finally said, “I don’t think I need Ms. White, Attorney, to help me with the divorce anymore.”


    “Did you talk things over with Jeffrey?” Amelia asked. Before Reba could reply, she pressed on, “Even if things seem settled, I still think you should go with thewsuit. That one–month cooling–off period takes way too long. What if he flips again likest time?”


    “He won’t,” Reba replied firmly.


    To Jeffrey, keeping his word was everything.


    His promises meant more to him than his own life, his freedom–more than anything.


    Amelia picked up on her daughter’s shift in mood, hesitating before she asked softly, “Is something going on between you and Jeffrey…?”


    “I’ve found out some thingstely–stuff I can use as leverage to make sure he goes through with the divorce,” Reba replied, purposely skirting around the real story. “He really doesn’t have any way out.”


    Amelia studied her for a long moment.


    Once she was sure Reba wasn’t just acting tough or being pressured into it, she didn’t push any further. “Alright.”


    “I’ll find some time to treat Ms. White, Attorney, to a meal,” Reba said proactively. “She’s done so much for me–I owe her a proper thank you.”


    “Let me take care of that. You just focus on what you need to do,” Amelia replied. She and Ms. White, Attorney, had been close friends for years, and even though they hadn’t caught up much recently, their friendship was still solid. “But before you call off the case, I hope you really think this through.”


    Reba nodded. “Okay.”


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    Amelia patted her on the head, “If anything’s on your mind, just talk to me, okay? Don’t keep everything bottled up.”


    “Okay,” Reba replied.


    Reba spent the whole morning with Jessica. Around ten, Jessica asked, “When are you going to talk to Jeffrey about the divorce? Stanley’s already in the hospital room–he’ll know in half an hour at most.” <fne7c9> This update is avable on F?ndNovel</fne7c9>


    Worried thatst night’s decision might have been made in the heat of the moment, Ian had deliberately waited until this morning before letting Stanley in.


    “Tomorrow,” Reba replied.


    “What if he says no?” Jessica couldn’t hide the worry in her voice.


    “He won’t,” Reba said, sounding totally sure.


    If you’d asked her before, maybe she would’ve hesitated. But now, after everything, she was dead certain–not a single doubt in her mind.


    Seeing Reba so certain, Jessica didn’t push it any further. She just quietly hoped Stanley would get to the bottom of things soon and fill Jeffrey in as fast as possible.


    Stanley found out everything around eleven that morning.


    Instead of telling Jeffrey right away, he dialed up Riley. “Got something important to tell you.”


    “Shoot,” Riley said, her voice rough and tired–clearly she’d barely gotten any sleep.


    “Andrea isn’t Jeffrey’s savior–she totally faked it,” Stanley spilled, feeling like his brain was about to explode. Never in a million years did he think all that investigating would end up here.


    Riley didn’t even flinch. “No shock there, honestly.”


    Stanley: “Wait, for real?”


    Riley shrugged, her tone casual as ever. “I warned you both, but neither of you bothered to listen.”


    “Do we tell Jeffrey or not?” Stanley hesitated, feeling a mess inside. “He still has no clue.”


    Riley fired up herputer, totally unfazed. “Why not? Let him see just how dumb he was for losing his wife over a fake savior.”


    “But we still don’t know whose identity Andrea stole,” Stanley said, his worry obvious. “What if we expose her and the real person actually.shows up?”


    “That’s his problem, not yours,” Riley replied, alreadyunching her game, totally chill. “If this doesn’t teach him a lesson, then just let him figure it out on his own from now on.”


    “Riley,” Stanley said, feeling like she was being way too cold–hearted about this.


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    “That’s it for now, game’s on,” Riley cut him off and hung up–no hesitation at all.


    Stanley: …


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    Stanley felt like he’d just been handed a scorching hot potato–honestly, he had no clue what to do next.


    After mulling it over, he headed straight for Ian. Nobody stopped him at the door, which had to meann gave the green light. ‘If he’s letting me through this easily, maybe he knows way more than I do, Stanley thought, a bit nervously.


    Ian didn’t look even a little bit surprised to see him—just smirked and jabbed, “What, you here to see your old man or something?”


    Stanley just let it slide for once, not biting back.


    He dropped onto the couch and watched Ian stuffing clothes into his suitcase, quietly sizing him up.


    “Heading out?” Stanley asked.


    “Obviously,” Ian snapped,cing every word with sarcasm. “With gossip this wild, you know I gotta see it live and in person.”


    Stanley frowned in confusion. “What are you even talking about?”


    Ian gave him a look like he waspletely hopeless. “You seriously haven’t heard? Jeffrey dumped his real savior for a fake one. You just got out of the hospital–didn’t Ben Cole tell you anything?”


    “Real savior?” Stanleytched onto Ian’s words right away.


    Ian snapped his suitcase shut.


    Didn’t waste a second.


    “I’m heading out. Get lost,” he said, dragging his suitcase with one hand and scrolling through his phone with the other.


    “Lay it out for me,” Stanley pressed, still clueless that Andrea had copied Reba’s scar. “What do you mean- he ditched his real savior for a fake one? You actually know who saved him for real?”


    “Wait–you seriously don’t know?” Ian stared <i>at </i>him, totally thrown off.


    Stanley was even more at a loss now.


    ‘Is this something everyone but me knows? How does Ian already have all the details?‘ Stanley wondered, feeling totally lost.


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