LOGAN BLACKSTONE
Scarlett’s eyes darted around the room, her distress evident. Her voice barely rose above a whisper as she finally spoke.
“We didn’t get along,” she said, her tone laden with old pain. “Bella has always disliked me. It’s not just about our marriage. It goes way back. She has teased me and treated me badly since we were kids.”
The implication hit me hard. The idea that Bella might have tried to kill Scarlett was something I couldn’t ignore.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner? Why don’t you ever tell me your real situation?” I asked, my frustration bubbling up. Scarlett’s eyes widened in surprise, and I could see the fear in her gaze.
“Answer me!” I demanded, my voice slightly firmer when she hesitated.
A tear slipped down her cheek as she turned away and said,
