“How could this be?”
A cold sweat broke out along Evangeline’s spine.
Her knees buckled beneath her, and Glenn caught her just in time, steadying her with a firm hand. “The Carlisles found this at Serenity City’s beach,” he said gently. “Maybe Tessa just dropped it by accident.”
“No, that’s impossible.” Evangeline shook her head, panic rising in her voice. “This earring meant more to Tessa than her own life. Even if she’d lost it, she would have moved heaven and earth to get it back. Unless…”
A dreadful thought crashed through her mind, making her chest tighten painfully.
Ever since Theresa left, this same fear would rear its head again and again.
There were moments she bitterly regretted her part in it all—moments she wished she hadn’t helped Theresa escape. If she hadn’t, the Whitmore family wouldn’t have suffered Victor’s vengeance, wouldn’t have ended up in ruins.
Theresa might not have gotten the marriage she wanted, but at least she’d be safe—at least she wouldn’t be missing, her fate unknown.
But whenever guilt threatened to drown her, Evangeline couldn’t help but remember the image of Theresa’s gaunt, pale face, the way she’d sobbed and begged for help.
Her eyes stung with tears.
Glenn seemed to sense what she was thinking. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, offering what comfort he could.
“We don’t know the full story yet,” he said quietly. “But this can’t stay hidden for long. Evangeline, you know what kind of madman he is. You need to be careful, especially now…”
The thought of Victor Lockridge sent a chill down her spine—Victor, who had carved his way to the Lockridge inheritance in a trail of blood, whose ruthlessness was legendary.
She trembled, unable to stop herself.
She remembered all the times Victor had cornered her over the years, desperate to find out who’d helped Theresa escape. But as the daughter-in-law of the Fawkes family, he’d always held back, never pushing too far.
But if she got divorced, if she lost the Fawkes name…
Her breath quickened, panic rising in her chest.
Before she could think any further, a strong hand seized her arm, yanking her backward.
Caught off guard, Evangeline stumbled, nearly falling. When she looked up, she met Soren Fawkes’s icy gaze. He shot Glenn a murderous glare before turning his cold eyes to her.

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