Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Salome glanced at Heather, eyes brimming with grievance.

A flicker of embarrassment crossed Heather’s face at being called out, but it vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by her usual

imperiousness.

“This is the Vance estate,” she said sharply. “You didn’t have a say before, and you don’t have a say now. If you’re here to pick something up, then do

it and leave.”

Salome inched closer to Heather, lifting her chin in triumph as she shot Edith a mocking look. “You really think you can come between the

Vances? Please.”

Edith smirked, unimpressed. “Yes, this is the Vance estate. I never wanted to speak up here before, and I sure don’t want to now.”

She paused, turning her gaze to Heather. “Don’t flatter yourself thinking everyone’s desperate to have a voice in your house. For the record, I didn’t choose to come collect this myself.”

Her eyes flicked to Beckett, who had been silent all this time.

Of course, he wasn’t going to admit he’d specifically asked her to come in person, but some things didn’t need to be spelled out–everyone understood.

Beckett’s gaze darted away, clearly unwilling to drag this out any further. He hurried to interrupt, “Enough. Let’s all keep it civil.”

He turned to Edith, “Come with me.”

Salome looked like she wanted to follow, but thought better of it and stayed put.

Now was not the time to risk irritating Beckett.

Still, she needed an outlet for her frustration.

As soon as Edith followed Beckett upstairs to his study, Salome turned to

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her mother–in–law, her tone pitiful. “Mom, I’ve been having the worst. nightmares lately. I keep dreaming that Edith is trying to come between me and Bennett. Every time I wake up, my stomach hurts, and I just feel so anxious. That’s why I wanted to come back to the Vance estate.”

Heather had planned to scold Salome for leaving the hospital without permission, but seeing her so aggrieved, even Heather’s steely resolve softened.

Nothing bonds people faster than a common enemy.

Patting Salome’s shoulder, Heather soothed, “Don’t worry. Someone like Edith? I’ll never let her set foot in the Vance family again, let alone meddle between you and Bennett.”

With Heather’s promise, Salome visibly relaxed.

Some people might not know Heather well, but Salome did. Heather had built a life on pride–anyone who made her lose face would pay the price. She was not one to forgive and forget.

Edith had crossed Heather too many times. There was no way Heather would ever let her back into the Vance family.

A triumphant smile crept across Salome’s face.

Edith, she thought, even if you and Beckett have history, you’ve burned all your bridges with Heather. Do you really think you still have a chance?

How naïve.

To Salome, Edith was nothing more than a short–sighted fool.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Edith entered the study and sneezed.

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