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The real William Winthorpe was an asshole, and I was fascinated by him.
Her blandness was why I would win.
The more time I spent with Neena, the more her insecurities were beginning to drive me crazy.
It was official. The newest member of Winthorpe Tech needed to be gone.
“You’re right. That does sound just like Neena.”
William Winthorpe had been the right mark, targeted with a well-oiled execution, but I had made the horrible assumption that I was the smartest person in this game.
That blonde bitch had backed me up against a wall, and I hated it.
But in his response, he called her Ms. Lewinsky.
“Why did you really come here, Neena?”
Not alone at the office.
She beamed, then squeezed me in another hug, and I almost felt guilty for what I was doing. Almost.
“Antifreeze?” William blanched. “You think she drank antifreeze?”
“Honestly?” I sighed. “I don’t know. But William . . . if the limoncello had antifreeze in it—how? Who?”
“You act like it doesn’t matter if Cat thinks that!”
He said nothing, and inside the stuffy car, the distrust between us grew.
Neena had never told him about the missing screws. She couldn’t have.
As the prone man’s eyes pleaded with him for mercy, he let out a slow breath and pulled the trigger.
“You’re smiling,” she pointed out. “Surely you don’t find this amusing.”
“You—you’re obsessed with him.”
My husband, my sweet, stupid husband, had betrayed me.
He had been bare inside her. What if she was pregnant with his child? Had he thought of me once during the act?
What a laughable statement. He may not have any secrets from me, but I had a mountain of them from him.
I’d had to tell him that I was leaving William, had to set that false trail to give him something to initially follow.
She had been so concerned with destroying my marriage that she never paid attention to her own.
Broken women cannot be held accountable for their actions.
Putting a couple of drops in Matt’s drink had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, an easy one once I convinced him to try the limoncello, also.
After all, I’d thought through everything. Worn gloves when handling anything important. Visited their home enough so that my DNA would be ignored. Put my own life in danger to mislead Matt.
