Catherine’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with disbelief.
“Steal his wife?” He meant Jessica Brown? Anthony George was trying to steal a married woman who already had a child?
Had the world gone mad?
A deep, venomous jealousy coiled in Catherine’s gut. Why? Why did all the good things in the world fall into Jessica Brown’s lap? Why were there always exceptional men falling all over her? What made Jessica so damn special?
Catherine’s fists clenched at her sides. “Alright. I’ll handle it.”
Lance looked up, his bloodshot eyes meeting hers. “Thank you, Catherine.”
She shook her head and, after saying her goodbyes, drove home in a daze.
Once there, she told Isabella Charles everything.
“That tramp is just as restless as her mother,” Isabella spat. “To think she could sink her claws into Anthony George.”
“We can’t let her succeed,” Catherine urged, grabbing her mother’s arm. “If Jessica actually marries into the George family, all she’d have to do is lift a finger and our world would come crashing down.”
Isabella was even more frantic than her daughter, but she forced herself to remain calm, to be the anchor. “He’s probably just playing with her,” she said, her voice steady. “Do you really think the George family would let him marry her? Even before she was married with a child, they wouldn’t have looked twice at her. Just you watch. They will never let Jessica Brown through their doors.”
“But what if they do?” Catherine fretted.
Isabella nodded, patting her daughter’s shoulder. “Go get some rest. It’s late. Don’t worry about this. I have plenty of ways to ruin Jessica Brown.”
Catherine nodded happily, and the two women went upstairs together.
Long after they had left the living room, a figure emerged from the shadows of a corner. It was Gabriel Brown, holding a glass of water.
He had heard everything.
Though his hatred for Elizabeth Bailey had extended to Jessica, he had always seen Isabella and Catherine as virtuous, clean. But what he’d just overheard suggested a darkness he never knew existed.
Standing alone in the pantry, Gabriel felt as though everyone around him was wearing a mask. He couldn't see the truth in anyone anymore.

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