The concern. The late-night calls. All of it was lies. A calculated performance meant to keep them alert and Selina distracted, while the pervert were to stay hidden… until greed betrayed him.
"Was it you, Clarissa?" Selina's voice was low as if testing herself to see if she'd misheard.
Clarissa's hands tightened in a reflexive squeeze. Her chest rose and fell with the turmoil clashing within her.
Finally, she jerked her head back, eyes sparkling with spite. Lips curling into a taunting smirk, she answered casually, as though confessing to something trivial.
"Yes," she muttered. "I told Ivy to reveal your pregnancy and your failed marriage the moment I learned it, from the restroom where you'd confided in Annabelle. I knew you'd do anything to keep your private life hidden. I thought, 'Why not make things more uncomfortable for you?' Pressure you out?"
