Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player novel Chapter 193

When I still don’t respond, she arches a brow. “Really? Not even going to ask why I bothered showing up at all?”

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“I don’t care enough,” I snap. “I want you gone, Diana. You’re right I’ve made mistakes. I should’ve cleaned up my mess. I should’ve been smarter. I should’ve stayed. I should’ve been a better daughter, a better sister – God, I know that!”

My voice breaks and I hate the way my throat tightens. I breathe through it. Keep going.

“But I didn’t. And I wasn’t. And here we are. And if you want an apology, you can have it. But I should be the one living with my mistakes- not Tessa. She didn’t deserve that. That was cruel. You want to scream at me? Fine. But don’t go ruining other people’s lives just because mine hurt you.”

Diana goes quiet. Actually quiet. She frowns a real one then slowly opens her hand.

“Do you know what this is?” she asks.

In her palm is a single white pill.

I force myself to swallow down the last of my rage and stare at it. “Medicine?”

She tilts her head, almost pitying. “Experimental medicine. Or that’s what my fiancé calls it. In reality, it’s poison. If I take one every day, I‘ 11 be dead by our wedding night.”

My stomach twists. I study her more closely now really look. The slight yellow cast to her skin, the way her collarbones are sharper than I remember, her eyes too shadowed.

“You’ve been taking it?” My voice comes out low. Careful. Like I’m handling a bomb.

She smiles. Actually smiles. “In small doses. Just enough to keep Amanda reporting what he wants to hear. Can’t die too quickly, obviously. He needs to marry me first if he wants any legal claim to Vanderbilt Holdings.”

I pause. “Amanda?”

“My assistant. Or his spy, depending on the day.”

I rake a hand through my hair. “Then why tell me any of this?”

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