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14. IT'S YOU, ISN'T IT?

Author: Starrynights
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

IT’S YOU, ISN’T IT?

Between hastily packing a small travel bag and trying to calmly reassure Diane on my new phone, everything feels like a blur. She’s livid; rightfully so. Mostly, she’s angry that I kept the truth about Evelyn and the affair from her.

“You should have told me the moment she walked back into your house,” she snaps.

“I didn’t want to deal with the fallout,” I murmur.

“The fallout is that you almost died, Gina! And who’s to say Evelyn didn’t have something to do with it? I’m just saying. People have killed for less.”

“I’m not about to start suspecting every woman who’s ever flirted with my husband,” I say, even though her words send a chill down my spine.

But then she makes a surprisingly decent suggestion: instead of going straight back to Everwood Cove, we make a diversion, meet in Las Vegas for a couple of days, then head home together. “Just in case someone’s tailing you,” she adds.

I agree. It’s a good idea. I just hope no one recognizes me there.
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