Marsai:
"Yes, you killed her!"
The words from the maid echoed like a thunderclap. It felt like the ground had vanished beneath me. My eyes darted between the triplets and the maid, their faces locked in grim and unreadable expressions.
No... this had to be a trick, right? Some kind of sick setup?
Maybe Martin told them I was pregnant, and they just wanted to mess with me?
"What are you even talking about? This is... this is a twisted joke, right? Guys, come on!" I let out a shaky laugh, trying to read the room. But none of them cracked even the faintest smile.
I swallowed hard, the humor dying in my throat. "What’s going on? What happened to Dessie—"
“This is what happened to Dessie!”
The voice cut through the tension like a blade. I turned just in time to see the triplets’ father…
