Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10

There was something almost smug about Salome, as if she’d managed to play the victim after getting exactly what she wanted.

But only Edith knew the truth–Salome had never managed to take anything from her.

Wounded? What right did Salome have to feel wounded?

This was never meant to be her home in the first place.

Edith packed her suitcase in a matter of minutes. She’d never been one for possessions–just a few clothes, and most of what she owned was tied to Beckett. She didn’t want to bring any of those things with her.

Beckett glanced at her half–filled carry–on, concern creasing his brow. “You might be staying at the Sumner place for a while. Are you sure that’s all you need?”

To Salome, though, Edith’s light packing was nothing but a sign she wasn’t willing to leave the plan must be to stay at the Sumners‘ for a few days before coming back.

Feigning weakness, Salome leaned into Beckett’s shoulder and whined, “Bennett, my stomach hurts…”

His attention snapped away from Edith, all worry and tenderness for Salome. “Where does it hurt? I’ll get the doctor!”

Without waiting for an answer, he began calling for the family physician, all flustered concern.

No sooner had Beckett hurried off than Salome’s expression shifted, the mask dropping. She looked at Edith’s closed suitcase and sneered, “Just a few things? Planning to stay with the Sumners for a while and then sneak back here? Dream on, Edith.”

Edith’s lips pressed into a thin line. She grabbed her suitcase and headed for the door; just exchanging words with Salome felt exhausting.

But to Salome, her silence was just guilt.

Salome surged forward, grabbing Edith’s wrist with a surprising grip. “You just can’t give up, can you?”

She couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else coveting her husband.

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