Zane sat in the driver's seat, backlit by the dim glow, his face contorted in dark fury.
Suddenly, he laughed—a cold, mirthless sound. "Not only did you sell our child, but you also pawned the necklace I gave you. You've outdone yourself, Joanne."
The predator's grin sent an involuntary tremor through Joanne's lips. "I did sell the necklace," she admitted, voice shaking. "But the baby—Seraphina framed me. She knew I was carrying your child. She was terrified I'd ruin your marriage to her sister, so she slipped abortion pills into my drink when I wasn't looking! Zane, our baby died because of Seraphina's poison!"
Explaining herself had never been her style, but this—this she had to make clear.
Zane's voice dripped with skepticism. "Got any proof you didn't take her money to get rid of i
