I curled my lips into a half-smile and stared her down. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Planning on getting rid of the baby and staying a secret side chick? Or aiming higher—want the official title of Mrs. Carter?”
Cindy Clark rolled her eyes, the sarcasm practically dripping as she scanned me from head to toe. “You hate Heather Carter. Don’t think you can con me into being your pawn.”
Truth be told, I hadn’t originally planned to team up with her.
I knew how she operated. Even if I held some racy photos of her, it wouldn’t be enough to bind her to my cause. Going up against Lena Carter and her mom? High risk, zero reward for Cindy. Not worth it.
But now things had changed.
She was pregnant. I didn’t need to worry too much about convincing her.
I let out a light scoff.
