It was the first time Henry Smith spoke to me like he wished I’d just disappear. Not even when I crashed his wedding was he this pissed off.
I thought he was mad because my fake pregnancy had upset his dad and made him sick. I'd spent the whole ride over feeling guilty and anxious.
But when I rushed into the hospital, what I saw was Lena Carter being wheeled out of surgery, pale and weak.
"What happened to her?" I was totally lost.
Henry stared at me for a few seconds before letting out a short, cold laugh. It wasn’t funny—it was filled with disappointment and rage. He looked downright terrifying. "Your acting's really stepped up. Bravo."
"What are you even talking about?" My heart skipped a beat. The look in his eyes was bone-chilling.
"Feeling guilty now?" He grabbed
