As Naomi described the grisly details of Isabel's death, Zayne's knuckles went white, and the veins on the backs of his hands bulged."Oh right, and those two sons of yours…" Naomi suddenly burst out laughing, and the sound echoed through the visitation room. "They're not your children at all. I tampered with the paternity test."Zayne closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath. "Why are you telling me all this?""Why?" Naomi tilted her head, her eyes becoming unfocused. "Rosalyn's really lucky. If Tim hadn't suddenly betrayed me, she would've died three days ago."She licked her dry lips and croaked, "I had it all planned—what a shame."Zayne watched her wild, unhinged behavior in silence. Then, he suddenly asked, "Do you regret it?""Regret?" Naomi paused before laughing bitterly. "I've warned you before. You're going to reap what you sow," Zayne said softly, yet every word cut like a knife.Naomi's eyes slowly dimmed. "Actually, I've regretted it before."She lowered h
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