When Jenna was escorted back to the interrogation room, she specifically asked for Ethan and me to stay.
The handcuffs around her wrists clinked softly, but a cold, sharp smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
"Ethan, you really think once you uncover the whole truth, you can sweet-talk Summer into coming back to you?"
Ethan fixed her with a glare sharp enough to cut glass.
"What did you mean earlier when you said something about a past life?"
"It means she already forgave you once before."
Jenna turned her gaze toward me, her eyes blazing with the vicious satisfaction of a revenge she'd plotted for years and finally carried out.
"On your wedding night, you slammed her head into the bathtub and screamed at her, asking why she wasn't the one who died."
Ethan's breath caught in his
