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84. Tangled Hearts and Tangled Lies

Author: Meminger
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-19 22:47:52

Reese POV

“Alice, please, stop the car,” I asked, my voice coming out quieter than I intended. The soft sound of blue jazz spilling from the Ferrari’s speakers felt like it was mocking the mess swirling in my head.

She turned to me, eyes wide with surprise, one hand still on the wheel. “What? You okay? Why do you want me to stop now?”

I sighed, running my fingers through my hair as I tried to sort out my thoughts. “We need to go back there,” I said, referring to La Maison d’Or, where Jennifer and Bethany had just cornered us like a pair of grinning hyenas. “I need to talk to Bethany. Clear some things up. I don’t like seeing her with Jennifer one bit—that woman’s pure poison.”

Alice pulled over to the side of the road with a dramatic sigh, her gloved hands tapping the leather steering wheel. “I know that, honey. I didn’t like seeing that girl cozying up to Jennifer Durham either. How’d they even meet, huh? And look, I love you, but you can’t go around saving everyone. She’s go
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