Chapter 7 - The Icy Execution
Eleanor stared at the positive pregnancy test for exactly three seconds.
The final pieces of the puzzle slammed together in her brilliant mind. The late nights at the office. The sudden, unexplained cash withdrawals. The way Jess had been avoiding drinking wine for the last three weeks.
Eleanor slowly raised her eyes from the test, locking her dark, piercing gaze onto Jeffrey's utterly terrified face. The last shred of love she held for the man completely died in that single second, replaced by a lethal, icy calm.
"No need to blow out the candles, Jeffrey," Eleanor said in a quiet, chilling tone that sliced through the stunned silence of the backyard like a surgeon's scalpel. "The wish came true."
Jeffrey stumbled backward, bumping hard against the wooden fence. "Eleanor... please, let me explain! It's not what it looks like! That test isn't mine! It's Jess's new boyfriend's!"
"Do not insult my intelligence," Eleanor replied smoothly, dropping the plastic test back onto the table. She turned her icy glare toward her former best friend.
Jess was sobbing hysterically, clutching her stomach in her navy blouse. "Eleanor, I'm so sorry! It was a mistake! We were drunk! Please, don't hate me!"
"I don't hate you, Jess," Eleanor stated with profound, terrifying emptiness. "I just feel sorry for the child that has to be raised by a parasite."
Eleanor didn't scream or throw a tantrum. She simply reached into her blazer pocket and pulled out her smartphone.
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"While you two were busy planning to steal my money for a townhouse," Eleanor announced loudly, ensuring every single guest heard the truth, "I had my forensic accountant lock the primary business accounts on Friday. I noticed the fifteen thousand dollars you embezzled, Jeffrey."
👉 Read Part 8 to see Jeffrey and Jess lose absolutely everything.
