Winter lay in bed, her eyes absently tracing the ceiling above. Her mind was still tangled in Gina's words from earlier—the sharp promise to get back at Agnes.
Agnes being pregnant wasn't exactly surprising. What intrigued Winter was how desperately she was trying to hide it. That secrecy hinted at something deeper… a motive she hadn't uncovered yet.
Dorothy and Agnes were both masters at deception. Winter had learned that the hard way. When she discovered Agnes was the one Eric had cheated with, it had stunned her—not just because of the betrayal, but because she had never once suspected Agnes would strike so low. So personal.
She had always known they didn't like her. That much had been obvious in the passive jabs and the cold smiles. But to seduce the man she was involved with? Without a hint of remorse or warning?
It still stung. Even now.
As her thoughts drifted back to those painful memories, a sudden warmth brushed her neck, drawing a soft moan from her lips.
