"You're miserable too, sister," Reyna whispered, as a toxic smirk touched her lips. "Hiding your real husband after I exposed him on live stream the other day? I'll expose you. I'll pull the curtain back on this little fairy tale."
She shifted the car into gear, and entered the traffic. Luckily, she hadn't spent much time with her thoughts. Her eyes locked on the taillights of the Maybach and she trailed them like a predator, keeping just enough distance until they pulled into the private, indoor garage of the city's best hospital.
Reyna parked in a dark corner, killing the engine. She watched from behind her tinted windshield as the "actor" and Brianna stepped out.
She watched the way Thomas held the door. And she watched them disappear into the private elevator reserved for the VIP wing.
Shoving her children into the back of the car, Reyna had been jerky and full of suppressed rage.
