GoodReadChapter 352 Earlier at the Johnston residence, I exposed Tanya.
Now she had to be fuming.
Tanya stood by her car, gripping the door like she was ready to either yankout or take a swing. But then, out of nowhere, she dropped to her knees in front of my car.
I did not see that coming.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI thought she might beg, but actually kneeling? That was a twist.
This woman knew how to play every angle.
Her kneeling didn't faze me. I could handle it, especially since she had stolen my fiancé, But now that she was pregnant, her kneeling could hurt the baby. If anything happened, she'd probably find a way to make it my fault. I wasn't about to let her stay like that.
Still, I wasn't dumb enough to get out and help. She was clearly using her pregnancy as a card to play, and if I showed any concern, she'd milk it for all it was worth.
So, I just smirked and asked, mocking her, "What's all this about?" "Keira, I'm begging you. Please, spare me. Spare my child. Let them have a chance," she pleaded.
It was 3:30, and the afternoon sun was blazing, shining right on her face.
Of course, she was using the baby as her excuse. Desmond's unborn kid had becher shield. But I wasn't falling for it. I stayed cool and said, "What exactly did I do to you that you needto 'spare' you?" Tanya's lips trembled. "I admit it was wrong to steal Jace from you. But I just wanted a better life. You can't blme for trying to move up in the world. I don't think I was wrong." Wow.
cuse What a neat little excuse for screwingover.
What a convenient way to justify it all.
I shot her a cold glance. "You step on people to get what you want, and that's supposed to be okay? So why are you on your knees now?" "We're different," she said, ignoring my jab. "Even though the Johnston family fostered you, they treat you like one of their own. Whether you're with Jace or not, you still have their love and a good life. But me? I've been poor too long." She kept up her sob story, not-so- subtly remindingI was just a foster kid.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThey say playing the victim has levels, and she's definitely a pro.
She would manage to flash her claws when you least expected it-just a little scratch, but enough to leave a mark.
Her logic was laughable. "So, being poor gives you a free pass to act like this? Should we be giving out medals to bank robbers now?" 1/2 +25 BONUS Chapter 352 The sarcasm was thick, but she didn't flinch.
By the tshe dropped to her knees, Tanya must've steeled herself for any humiliation could dish out. I had to give her credit-this woman was as persistent as she was manipulative.
"My mom's had three strokes, and now she's paralyzed My dad had to quit work to take care of her. And my brother, well you've seen what he's like the whole burden's on me. No matter how hard I worked, it was never enough." Tanya dove into her sob story, painting herself as the family martyr. I'll admit, I didn't expect that. I hadn't known her family situation was this bad.
Given how entitled Brad acted, I figured they weren't rich, but I didn't think they were this bad off.
"Desmond's been the one helpingall these years. His parents? They made my life hell, and stressed him out. He picked up side gigs for extra cash, and Jace helped him out a lot with that. Of course, he was helpingtoo." As she talked, an image of Desmond flashed in my mind-always smiling, calm, and steady, the kind of guy who brought a sense of peace just by being there.
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