And yet, no one made the connection between Haley the artist and that woman.
Most assumed Justin’s public declarations on social media were just a phase—flirting with a cultured, artsy type for fun.
Now that the supposed mother of his children had shown up, everyone figured his attention had simply moved on.
And because these people only cared about money, even if Haley walked right past them, they would only pause for a moment, noting how much she resembled Emma, and move on without a second thought.
Just like that, Haley made it through the funeral without incident—no confrontations, no whispers.
After the luncheon, it was time for the cremation. Haley chose not to attend. She texted Chase, asking him to let Justin know that she had booked a hotel room upstairs to rest and would take the boys back after the burial.
She headed up with the key card. But as soon as she stepped into the room and shut the door behind her, she caught a whiff of something in the air—an unnaturally sw
