Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right

Chapter 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 yank me out 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.

I 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 become her shield. But I wasn't falling for it. I stayed cool and said, "What exactly did I do to you that you need me to '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 blame me for trying to move up in the world. I don't think I was wrong."

Wow.

cuse

What a neat little excuse for screwing me over.

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 reminding me I was just a foster kid.

They 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?"

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Chapter 352

The sarcasm was thick, but she didn't flinch.

By the time she dropped to her knees, Tanya must've steeled herself for any humiliation I 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 helping me all these years. His parents? They made my life hell, and it stressed him out. He picked up side gigs for extra cash, and Jace helped him out a lot with that. Of course, he was helping me too."

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.