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“You’re wrong,” Rebecca fired back. “You’re not in my heart at all. Whether you live or die, I couldn’t care less.”

“So why are you here?” Jeffrey countered, refusing to believe her. “Don’t tell me Stephen asked you to come- if you really didn’t want to be here, even if he put a knife to your throat, you wouldn’t take a single step.”

After five years together, Jeffrey knew Rebecca like the back of his hand.

If it wasn’t her own choice, nothing–no threat or reward–could make her do something she didn’t want.

“Maybe that was true before, but after everything that’s happened, I’m not as set in my ways anymore,” Rebecca said. “Stephen’s the Hanson family’s eldest son–he’s got serious connections. Pissing him off doesn’t do me any favors right now.”

Jeffrey watched her intently, his dark eyes never leaving her face.

Rebecca went on, “I just came to take a look at you–it’s no loss to me.”

“You’re not the type to compromise just for resources, Jeffrey asserted confidently.

“Then you really don’t know me at all,” Rebecca shot back. Since the divorce, she’d grown up a lot and seen her fair share of drama. “Just a few days ago, I was actually smiling and raising my glass to people who looked down on me, playing nice and saying sweet things.”

Jeffrey didn’t believe a word of it.

Rebecca’s name might sound gentle, but her backbone was anything but soft.

She never bothered to toast or sweet–talk those who looked down on her–she’d either ignore them or do something to make them eat their words.

“If you don’t believe me, go ask anybody who was at that dinner,” Rebecca said, determined to make him let go of his old illusions about her. Maybe then they could finally stop getting tangled up with each other, and he wouldn’t have to keep getting all twisted up inside, caring about her while struggling to hold it all back.

He used to love that she was so real, so uncomplicated–always straight–up, never one for games or drama.

But now, she wasn’t that girl anymore.

“I’ve got things to do, so I’m heading out,” Rebecca said, glancing at the time. She needed to get back and finish her bid proposal. “I’ll come see you again this evening.”

She didn’t stick around for even a moment.

Rebecca grabbed her bag and phone and, on her way out, spotted Stanley and Gregory. She just gave a quick update: “Jeffrey’s all good for now–not feeling sick or anything, and he’s in pretty decent spirits.”

“Got it. Thanks for your help,” Gregory replied with a slight nod.

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“Mark, let’s roll,” Rebecca said, heading out together with him.

After watching them leave, Stanley and Gregory headed into the hospital room together.

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little tense. The two exchanged a glance, and Stanley broke the silence

schedule and everything she’s done over the past month,” Jeffrey demanded, Rebecca’s words still echoing in his

hesitated, lips pressed together, looking like he wanted to say more but decided against it. “I’ll look into it right

a calm, almost suffocating

nerves were shot–he could feel

look!‘ Gregory thought, freaked out by the icy

he want from

you always keeping tabs on her?” Jeffrey asked, drawing out each word, his tone sharp and

to, but after you seriously told me to stop digging into Ms. Jensen’s situation, I haven’t looked into anything about her,”

gaze on

believe a

chimed in, clearly stirring the pot. “It was all just gossip–otherwise,

tell me everything Rebecca’s been up to lately in the next

Gregory: “!”

looked at Stanley, panic flashing in his eyes. ‘What do I do? Should I

subtle

in distress. ‘But Mr. Hanson told me straight up not to dig into Ms. Jensen’s business. What if this is a trap? If I say too

him a glance.

Gregory: “..

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Stanley: “Huh?”

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such a blow to your

his voice icy, no room

Gregory blurted out, already on his feet.

Gregory had his laptop open and set

gave a helpful rundown, “This is everything that’s happened to Ms. Jensen since

of how people have treated

every

through the

the Quinn family—no mention of her personal life whatsoever. Gregory clearly knew where to draw the

just a general overview,” Gregory said, a bit flustered. He’d only put this together

on the first

this month—and all the shady, offhand remarks people threw her way at

If I was

[Seriously, with looks like yours, why bust your

then there was: [Rebecca, come on, let’s drink! Tonight, nobody’s

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