Chapter 169

Ethan sat frozen in the chair, staring at the phone in his hands like it was a poisonous snake. His fingers were shaking so badly, as his mind tried to wrap around what he'd just read.

So if she hadn't died, it would have been Elena instead?

The thought hit him like a punch to the gut. He doubled over slightly, struggling to breathe. His mother—the woman who used to kiss his scraped knees and tuck him into bed those night—had been planning to kill Elena. The woman he loved. The woman he was supposed to marry.

This couldn't be happening. This had to be some sick joke...