Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 130

Salome was seething, but she forced herself to calm down and placate Jeffry first. “Jeff, just tell me everything, okay? Don’t talk to anyone else about this. That witch Edith–she won’t get away with this. I swear, I’ll make her pay.”

Jeffry was frustrated, but there wasn’t much he could do. He was bruised and battered, bedridden, every movement painful. The idea of confronting Edith for revenge was laughable in his current state.

His face was so swollen it was barely recognizable, and his words came out slurred, his anger barely contained. “Damn it! After all she’s done to me, I’m just supposed to keep quiet?”

Salome took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. “You were kidnapped and beaten, but can you find the people who did this? Do you have any evidence at all? You don’t even know where it happened, let alone who was behind it. Edith, on the other hand, might have proof. If this mess comes to light, my standing with the Vance family could be at risk. If Beckett finds out I sent someone after Edith, my reputation will be

ruined.”

At that, Jeffry broke down, sobbing. “So, for the sake of your reputation, I just have to swallow this? Fine, but you better promise me you’ll get back at her. Edith needs to learn that the Vale family isn’t to be messed with!”

Seeing Jeffry–once the picture of charm and confidence–reduced to a battered wreck in a hospital bed made Salome’s heart twist.

Edith always played the innocent, didn’t she? Who would have thought she was such a venomous snake?

Salome clenched her fists. “Edith, you think you can mess with the Vale family and walk away unscathed? Over my dead body. I’ll make sure you regret ever crossing us.”

She quickly composed herself and asked, “So, it was the Sheffield family who stepped in and stopped you from getting to Edith? Does Edith have

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some connection with them?”

Salome’s instincts were kicking in; something didn’t add up. She knew Henson, the Sheffield heir, had a reputation as a notorious playboy.

“Yeah, it was definitely the Sheffields. I’m sure of it. If it had been anyone else, do you think I would’ve backed off?” Jeffry spat, his pride wounded.

Salome furrowed her brow. “Alright, I get it. Mom will be up soon to take care of you. It’s late, I need to get some rest.”

She was about to leave when Jeffry grabbed her arm. “Salome, I nearly died over this. I’ve been pampered my whole life–never had to put up with this kind of humiliation. You-”

She cut him off. “Enough, I get it. I’ll transfer the money to you. Just use it wisely this time, okay? Don’t go blowing it all at the casino again.”

That seemed to pacify him, and Jeffry managed a weak grin. “Even if I wanted to gamble, look at me. I’m not going anywhere for at least three months.”

As soon as she left the hospital, Salome pulled out her phone and called Beckett.

Before he even picked up, she was already working herself into tears.

The moment the call connected, Salome’s voice was thick with sobs. “Honey, Edith just won’t let me be! She’s so determined to make me miserable–she doesn’t want me to have this baby. Maybe I shouldn’t–l should just end it all!”

Beckett’s panic was immediate. “Don’t you dare! Salome, where are you? I’m coming to get you right now!”

Salome rattled off the address–by the riverside.

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