Chapter 7
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I sneered inwardly. Kyle's wife? Well, Robin happened to be the eldest son of the Wright family— a man known to everyone in Jolenburg.
"I'd like a box, too."
I exited the pharmacy with the medication in hand and met up with Cynthia, who was hiding in a corner.
"How did it go?" she asked anxiously.
I passed her the box of medication and said coldly, "It's confirmed. That's progesterone to protect a fetus."
"Why would a grown man need prenatal meds?"
Cynthia took a deep breath, as if something had just exploded in her mind.
Just then, a gust of wind caught the curtains of an apartment window. Through the narrow gap, I saw Robin. He had taken out his oversized coat and was wearing nothing but a thin, loose-fitting T-shirt.
His side profile revealed a distinct, rounded chest and a soft curve in his lower abdomen.
Kyle was kneeling in front of Robin, his ear pressed to his belly with a look of pure bliss like a father.
Robin gently stroked Kyle's hair. How could Robin be a man? That maternal radiance was clearly that of a woman!
"Hurry! Snap some photos!"
I quickly whipped out my phone, aiming it at the window to snap several photos and record a video.
Cynthia snapped into action as well, her phone held high as she cursed under her breath.
"Holy shit. This is insane. Am I seeing things, Kathy? Robin Wright is a woman? And she's carrying Kyle's child?"
In that instant, all the clues finally clicked into place.
I finally understood why Robin was hell-bent on killing us. According to the Wright family's rules, the inheritance could only be passed to sons, never daughters.
Once Robin's pregnancy became impossible to hide, she would be exposed. She needed a wife to act as a cover so she could give birth in secret.
Then, she would kill us, and Adrian would surely acknowledge Kyle as his son so that he could continue the family line.
In the end, the child would have a legitimate identity, Kyle would become the head of the Powell family, and the three of them could live out their lives together in secret.
I watched the heartwarming scene through the window and smirked.
"She wants to be the Wright family's heir, take over the Powell family's assets, and protect that bastard she's bearing? Do you really think life was that simple, Ms. Wright?"
I turned to Cynthia and continued, "Since she's so eager to have this baby, let's give her a hand. We shall let her deliver in front of everyone in Jolenburg."
When we got home, Cynthia and I staged a masterful performance of a sisterly falling out. She acted jealous and drenched me in tea, while I cried pitifully and accused her of trying to steal my life and man.
Adrian was pleased to see us tear each other apart over the chance to marry into the Wright family.
Robin quickly learned of our feud and chose me that afternoon. She saw me as the quieter, more docile one—the perfect candidate for a wife who could pass away from illness any moment.
The wedding was fast-tracked, set for just three days later aboard a luxury yacht.
Robin said affectionately over the phone, "Kathy, I want to give you a wedding unlike any other."
I gripped the phone tight and smirked.
The deep sea. A private yacht. Wasn't that the perfect place to commit a murder and dispose of a body?
It looked like Robin was planning to make her move on the night of the wedding. After all, her signature move had always been to kill one of the Powell ladies and frame the other for the crime.
Every single time.
"Alright. I'm looking forward to it."
On the night of the wedding, the sea breeze was biting.
Robin was dressed in an oversized suit. She raised her glass and looked at me affectionately. "Kathy, I've prepared a surprise for you. It's up on the top deck. Come with me. Just the two of us."
Here we go.
