“I’m counting on it,” Catherine said.
“Leave it to me,” Melissa declared confidently.
After hanging up, Catherine sat on the balcony for a long time, staring into the distance. She desperately hoped that this time, Melissa wouldn’t prove to be a completely incompetent ally.
—
Lance found Jessica at her villa.
“I just want to talk for a minute,” he insisted, trying to get inside.
“Say what you need to say from there. It’s not a good time,” Jessica said, blocking the doorway.
A dark look crossed his face. “Why? Are you hiding another man in there?”
Jessica just scoffed.
His unanswered question lodged in his throat. “I will get to the bottom of what happened today,” he said, his voice strained. “I’ll get you justice.”
“I trust the police to do that.”
“Jessica, why can’t you trust me?” he pleaded.
He didn’t move.
“You’ve never been one to make a scene,” she warned. “If you don’t leave, I’ll have to call security. Unless you want to embarrass yourself.”
At her words, the resolve on his face began to crumble. He reluctantly took a step back. “Jessica, if you were a responsible mother, you’d come home and help me raise Amy properly, not hide away here, lamenting how much she’s changed while doing nothing about it.”
“But I can’t stand the sight of you,” she said bluntly. “You think I should swallow my pride and stay married to you for the sake of our child? I’m sorry, but I can’t. Amy is Amy, I am me, and you are you. The three of us can never be a family again.”
“Then you’ll just have to watch as Amy becomes someone you despise,” he shot back, his voice rising.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. “So you see it too?”

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