Jon’s voice cut through the quiet apartment like a blade. “Tell me the truth. Did you have something to do with Holly showing up?”
Crystal tilted her head, her smile faint but steady. “Jon, please. You think I wanted her to walk in on us? That night was a disaster—for me too.”
Inside, she savored the memory. Disaster? No. It had been perfect. Holly’s shock, the cookies slipping from her hands, the betrayal etched into her eyes—it was exactly what Crystal had planned. But Jon didn’t need to know that. He never would.
She moved gracefully across the room, settling onto the couch with a sigh. “We were together, Jon. You know that. I didn’t expect Holly to show up. I thought she’d be at the bakery, buried in orders like always. How could I have known she’d walk in at that exact moment?”
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