Chapter 350

Lindey caught me as I stumbled back. My heart pounded as I stared at Tanya—her face pale, completely rattled. Had I hit a nerve? I was merely speculating, trying to provoke a reaction, but her meltdown made me wonder: Was Desmond’s death truly an accident? If Tanya had been involved, she was far more dangerous than I’d imagined. No wonder Desmond’s parents had cursed her. Perhaps they knew more than anyone realized.

“Tanya, you’re feeling guilty, aren’t you?” I pressed, determined to break her facade. She was already shaken, but now it was time to dismantle her entire charade.

Tanya shook her head, clinging to her denial.

“You set Desmond up,” I continued, my voice steady. “He became an obstacle in your ascent to wealth and status. He had to go so you could pursue your ambitions.”

Her eyes widened in horror as I revealed everything. “But you knew being twice-married would hinder your chances with Jace. So you staged a scene—something Desmond would stumble upon. You knew that after his death, Jace would feel guilty and take care of you, regardless.”

“No! No, that’s not true!” Tanya screamed.

“It doesn’t matter what you say. The truth always emerges. People always leave traces,” I added, watching her unravel. She was unaccustomed to this kind of pressure—she hadn’t committed many terrible acts, which is why a few words were causing such distress. But she had still caused someone's death.

“I didn’t want Desmond to die. I didn’t…” The bottle slipped from her trembling hands, hitting the floor with a sharp clatter. She cradled her head, succumbing to the weight of her guilt. She hadn’t intended for him to die, but he did. That was all the confirmation I needed—Desmond’s “accident” had been orchestrated by her.

A chill ran down my spine as I glanced at her swollen belly. “And I bet you didn’t plan on being pregnant with Desmond’s child, either, did you?”

Tanya curled into herself, utterly broken. Seeing her like that, I said nothing more. The truth was out.

“You’re terrifying. I’ll never let Jace end up with you,” Lindey said, her voice thick with disgust and shock. She had pieced it all together, too.

Tanya slowly raised her head, her face pale, but her eyes locked onto mine with seething hatred. She despised me for exposing her lies. Then she turned her glare toward Lindey, her voice dripping with venom. “None of you will stop me. If you try, I’ll make sure we all go down together.”

“Don’t you dare threaten me with that crap,” Lindey shot back, her anger flaring.

Tanya dropped the innocent act entirely, a mocking smile curling her lips. “Then try me, and see what happens.”

A sense of dread washed over me as I watched her. Something felt wrong. “Tanya, what are you planning?”

She looked at me coldly. “Keira, you’re so clever, aren’t you? You always figure things out. So why don’t you try guessing what I’ll do next?”

I clenched my fists, bracing for whatever twisted plan she had concocted. Then Tanya turned back to Lindey. “In three days, I want to see Jace. If I don’t, just wait—you won’t want to miss the show.”

With that, she stood and walked out.

“I’m ready. Let’s see what kind of nonsense you try pulling,” Lindey muttered after her, unafraid. She was the type who remained calm until someone crossed her, and then it was game over. But Tanya? She seemed beyond caring, as if she’d reached a point of no return. She smirked as she left.

Lindey picked up the bottle Tanya had left behind, ready to chase after her. “Take this with you!”

I stopped her. “That’s a dangerous substance, Lindey. Better not let anyone touch it.”