The color bled back into Annabelle’s cheeks as she steadied herself, the shock in her eyes hardening into something colder. She let out a sharp breath, tilting her head at Abigail with a mocking little smile.
“You’re real bold waving Brian’s name around,” she drawled, her voice carrying enough bite to sting. “But tell me, sweetheart—do you even have the guts to make that call?”
Abigail stiffened.
Annabelle leaned forward, her voice dropping low, each word sliding like silk over steel. “What do you think would happen if Brian and Richard ended up face-to-face? Hmm? I’d simply say he was my ex. But you—” her eyes glittered with wicked amusement “—what story would you spin?”
The smug curve of her lips widened as she closed the space between them, whispering just loud enough for Abigail to
