OMG My 'Perfect' Marriage Was a Murder Setup! - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Hailey lounged across my bed like she owned the place, answering with exaggerated exasperation, "Didn't you hear? Shane spent the entire night at the hospital watching over me. He was so worried about my safety."
Shane's eyes turned to ice. "What the hell are you doing back here? Get out!" he snapped. "None of this would've happened to Hailey if it weren't for you!"
I burst out laughing—couldn't help it.
His parents had been murdered, and this idiot hadn't even seen their bodies. He'd had the chance to be with them in their final moments, but no—he chose to camp out at the hospital over Hailey's papercut. I nearly choked imagining her pinky finger probably healed before they'd even finished filling out the admission forms.
When I finally caught my breath, I locked eyes with Shane's glacial stare before turning to Hailey. "Relax, sweetheart. I'm not here to steal your knight in shining armor."
My gaze swung back to Shane. "Your parents were killed by their kidnappers. Their bodies are at Morrison Funeral Home. Uncle Craig's there now. You might want to get your ass over there."
Shane exploded. He grabbed the nearest vase and hurled it at my head—typical. I sidestepped easily, watching it shatter against the wall.
"You lying bitch!" he roared. "Using my dead parents to manipulate me? After everything they did for you? You're disgusting!"
I sighed, shrugging. "Just delivering the news. Believe me or don't—your circus, your monkeys. But as the golden boy, shouldn't you be handling the family disaster instead of playing doctor with Miss Papercut over here?"
My smile turned bitter. Even the damn housekeeper knew about the murders by now. Only Prince Charming here remained clueless, convinced this was some elaborate scheme of mine.
Pathetic.
As if his snobby relatives—who'd treated me like gutter trash since day one—would ever collude with me on anything. They'd sooner eat glass.
"Natasha," Shane advanced on me, voice dangerously low, "this joke isn't funny anymore."
Before he could reach me, Hailey tugged his sleeve with those manicured claws. "Shaneey," she cooed—god, that voice could rot teeth—"I'm sure Nat didn't mean it. She's just... desperate. You know how it is with poor girls like her—no money, no love..."
I lost it. "Wrong, Barbie," I gasped between laughs. "I don't want his love anymore."
Shane's eyes turned to ice. "What the hell are you doing back here? Get out!" he snapped. "None of this would've happened to Hailey if it weren't for you!"
I burst out laughing—couldn't help it.
His parents had been murdered, and this idiot hadn't even seen their bodies. He'd had the chance to be with them in their final moments, but no—he chose to camp out at the hospital over Hailey's papercut. I nearly choked imagining her pinky finger probably healed before they'd even finished filling out the admission forms.
When I finally caught my breath, I locked eyes with Shane's glacial stare before turning to Hailey. "Relax, sweetheart. I'm not here to steal your knight in shining armor."
My gaze swung back to Shane. "Your parents were killed by their kidnappers. Their bodies are at Morrison Funeral Home. Uncle Craig's there now. You might want to get your ass over there."
Shane exploded. He grabbed the nearest vase and hurled it at my head—typical. I sidestepped easily, watching it shatter against the wall.
"You lying bitch!" he roared. "Using my dead parents to manipulate me? After everything they did for you? You're disgusting!"
I sighed, shrugging. "Just delivering the news. Believe me or don't—your circus, your monkeys. But as the golden boy, shouldn't you be handling the family disaster instead of playing doctor with Miss Papercut over here?"
My smile turned bitter. Even the damn housekeeper knew about the murders by now. Only Prince Charming here remained clueless, convinced this was some elaborate scheme of mine.
Pathetic.
As if his snobby relatives—who'd treated me like gutter trash since day one—would ever collude with me on anything. They'd sooner eat glass.
"Natasha," Shane advanced on me, voice dangerously low, "this joke isn't funny anymore."
Before he could reach me, Hailey tugged his sleeve with those manicured claws. "Shaneey," she cooed—god, that voice could rot teeth—"I'm sure Nat didn't mean it. She's just... desperate. You know how it is with poor girls like her—no money, no love..."
I lost it. "Wrong, Barbie," I gasped between laughs. "I don't want his love anymore."
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