Reese shot Tara a wary look. “You’re really giving this to me?”
“Yeah.” Tara nodded. “But you know, Zach bought this necklace at auction for three million...”
“I know.” Reese nodded right back. “I’ll transfer the money to you tomorrow.”
She was still a bit short in her bank account, but she figured she could talk to Alan at work and ask for an advance. Scraping together three million shouldn’t be impossible.
“Tara, don’t you even like this necklace?” Zach’s voice came from behind, and Reese realized he’d appeared out of nowhere, eyes locked on the necklace in Tara’s hands. “I thought you’d wear it when we got married.”
“But it’s my aunt’s keepsake,” Tara said, looping her arm through his and looking up at him with a sweet smile. “Reese really wants it. Can’t I give it to her? Honestly, I’d feel weird wearing it at our wedding.”
Zach glanced at Reese, his expression full of sarcasm. “You’re way too generous. She asks and you just hand it over.”
He took the necklace from Tara, letting it dangle from his finger and swinging it carelessly.
Reese’s heart skipped. She was terrified he’d fling it and break the delicate chain. Without thinking, she took a step forward.
Zach noticed and scoffed. “If you don’t want it, babe, let’s just get rid of it.”
He flicked his wrist, and the necklace arced through the air before landing in the fountain with a splash.
Reese’s face went white. She spun around, ready to dive in after it, but someone grabbed her wrist.
“Don’t,” Zach said coldly. “Even if she doesn’t want it, you don’t get to fish it out.”
Reese snapped. Without thinking, she slapped him hard across the face.
“Zach, you know how much this necklace means to me! Do you really think you get to where you are just because of Tara? Do you have any idea what I...”
Tara cut her off, her voice suddenly frantic. “Reese, calm down. I’ll get someone to fetch it for you.”
She hurried to call for help.
But Reese couldn’t wait. She shook off Zach’s grip and jumped right into the fountain.
Even though it was summer, the water was freezing. Reese gasped as the cold hit her, but she kept searching, lit only by the garden lights.
“Reese, are you crazy? You are carrying a baby?” Sebastian’s voice was sharp and angry behind her.

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