Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 448

So, Tanya wanted to drag me down with her, huh?

Classic. This was the same woman who used her husband's death to climb the ladder, so of course she'd try to use someone else. She wasn't bluffing. I knew she'd do exactly what she said.

I'd have to keep my guard up around her.

I leaned in, locking eyes with her. "Alright, let's see who crashes and burns first."

Then, with a swift kick to her hand, I turned and strode put.

As I reached the door, I couldn't help thinking about the baby she caused to be born early with all her drama, so I said, "Oh, and Tanya? If you've got even a shred of decency left, maybe take a look at the kid you brought into this world. At least let him know who his mom really is."

She froze, and I turned away, leaving without another word.

I headed straight to Lena's break room to wait for her. Ten minutes later, she finally showed up.

"You're still here?" she grinned. "Didn't think you'd actually wait for me."

I gave her a look. "Cut the act. What did your director say?"

Lena shrugged, grabbing a cup and filling it with water. "Nothing major. Just told me to file a report and cooperate with the investigation." She took a sip, then smirked. "So, how'd your little face-off with Tanya go?"

I didn't answer right away, still thinking about Retta's involvement. "Why do you think Tanya's after you, anyway?"

me a cup. "She's just a mad dog biting

trying to make it seem like

why you?" I pushed, wanting her to

using me to get at

there's another reason

something wasn't right. "Alright, what are you getting at?

might be part of her revenge on

down on the table. "Alright, just spill. What do you

saw Tanya's call history. She had a late-night call

hit Lena instantly. Last night, while she and Nate were having their moment, Retta

she reached out to Tanya and

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blinked, then

laughing? Shouldn't she

table and tapped her with t. "What's

even smart women lose their minds over a guy. Seriously." she said, shaking

her move. How are you so chill? Shouldn't you be freaking

fingers on the table. "She's going to try hitting me professionally first, then she'll go

that off. And let's be real, Nate can