“Miss Carys, you are an intelligent woman,” Silas said, a hint of what might have been admiration in his voice.
“What your sister did to Mr. Croft… anyone else would be a smear on the pavement by now.” “But for her to be the one to carry this child… it was a strange twist of fate.”
He tapped the check, a silent warning in his eyes.
“This money is enough for Jenna and her child to live comfortably for the rest of their lives.” “You would be wise to convince her to take it and disappear.”
Finally, he handed me a non–disclosure agreement.
“The Croft family values its privacy.”
“Make her sign this.”
“And make her understand that with or without this agreement, if she ever speaks of this, the family will handle her.”
In all the time I’d known Silas, he had been the epitome of a polished gentleman.
But as he spoke those words, the undisguised killing intent in his eyes was terrifying.
He left as quickly as he came, seemingly in a rush.
Watching him go, a new thought chilled me.
Jenna had been paranoid about her health throughout the pregnancy.
She wouldn’t even eat an apple without consulting a nutritionist.
How, then, did she ‘accidentally fall?
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But that wasn’t the immediate problem.
The immediate problem was Jenna.
When I presented her with the check and the NDA, she exploded.
“Lies!” she shrieked, tearing the papers to shreds.
“Carys, this is your doing, isn’t it?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Do you honestly believe I have the power to influence Donovan Croft?”
She went berserk, grabbing a water glass from her bedside table and hurling it at my head. “It was you!”
“It had to be you!”
“You were always jealous of what I had, so you found a way to destroy it!”
She lunged at me, a wild animal.
But she had just given birth.
Her body was weak.
She missed me completely and crashed to the floor in a heap.
“Carys, you bitch!”
“Give me back my man!”
“Enough!” I snapped, looking down at her pathetic form.
“Jenna, can you please, for once in your life, be sane?”
“Donovan Croft never gave a damn about you.”
“He did all this for his other child.”
“Now take the money.”
“It’s over.”
“He’s getting engaged.”
I had just seen the news alert on my phone.
The timeline was a few months delayed from my past life, but the outcome was the same. “Engaged?”
Jenna froze.
“How is that possible?”
“Who is he engaged to?”
