“Tell me, Zoey—just how cruel do you think a woman has to be, to believe I wouldn’t live long and still have the heart to get rid of the baby… and leave me?”
Zoey kept her head down for a long moment before replying softly,
“Have you ever considered that maybe… she died, sir?”
“Impossible!”
Fletcher’s voice sharpened. “Don’t you dare curse her! That cold-blooded woman, she’s been hiding from me for five years, probably living lavishly God-knows-where. How could she possibly be dead?”“Then pretend I said that.” Zoey gave a faint smile. Then she held out the paper in her hand. “Here’s my resignation letter, sir. Miss June asked me to give it to you. She doesn’t want me around.”
That night, the power went out in the villa.
Outside, a heavy storm raged, thunder and lightning cracking the sky.
Zoey opened her wardrobe and pulled out the pajamas she used to wear. Then she went straight to June, putting on an act as if she were a ghost.
That scared the life out of June. A second later came her bloodcurdling scream.