Garcia climbed back into her car, her nerves frayed and her mind racing.
Just then, one of her people returned.
“Ms. Yates, here’s the information you asked me to look into,” he said, handing her a photograph.
Garcia stared at the face in the photo—it was the woman she’d had him investigate. Rebecca.
“This is Rebecca?” Garcia asked, her voice barely steady.
He nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I checked with the staff at Sunset Villa Estates. That’s definitely Rebecca—Mrs. Austin.”
Garcia’s hand trembled as she gripped the photo, her fingers unconsciously crumpling it.
Now there was no room for doubt—Raina and Rebecca were one and the same.
The revelation hit her like a blow to the chest.
She’d always known Raina was a threat, but she’d dismissed her, convinced Rebecca would always stand in her way. As long as Rebecca existed, Raina could never hope to take her place.
But now, the truth was undeniable. Raina was Rebecca. She was Dylan’s wife.
Everyone said Dylan and Rebecca’s marriage was rocky, which had always given Garcia hope that she still had a chance—that she could replace Rebecca in Dylan’s heart.
Besides, she’d had Mrs. Austin’s support. With Mrs. Austin on her side, she’d believed that, as long as she worked hard enough, she’d eventually win Dylan over.
But now…
Rebecca had deliberately approached Dylan under the guise of Raina, working alongside him every day and growing closer with him at the office. What chance did Garcia have now?
Anger burned through her, leaving every muscle in her body tense and aching.
Rebecca had played them all for fools.
Still, Garcia had one advantage left—her trump card.


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