My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 1218

Chapter: 1218

Eleanor’s face warped at Rosalynn’s words.

“Don’t spout such nonsense, Rosalynn!”

“I’m not the one spouting nonsense.”

Rosalynn’s tone was ice-cold. “If the baby wasn’t John’s, why did you instruct the waiter to spike his

wine with double the aphrodisiacs, causing his sudden death?

You’re craftier than I thought, Eleanor. You not only offed John but also pinned the blame on Valeria

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and terminated your own pregnancy.

Three objectives achieved with a single ploy. Such a schemer!

Now that the waiter tried to blackmail you, you decided to kill him to prevent future troubles. Have you

been reading too many crime stories, Eleanor, dreaming you could get away scot-free?”

Rosalynn’s revelations landed like blows to Eleanor‘’s core, draining all color from her face.

“No, Rosalynn, you’re wrong. I didn’t kill John, and the baby was Brian’s, not his.”

She had to convince Brian that the child was his.

It was the only way Brian might come to her rescue.

“My husband told me he’s never been intimate with you,” Rosalynn retorted, her voice Laced with a

finality that made Eleanor’s heart sink. Tiring of the exchange, she rose from her seat. “Eleanor, do

yourself a favor. Confess to the police, get it over with, and perhaps they’ll show you some leniency.”

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Rosalynn’s impending exit threw Eleanor into a panicked frenzy.

“No, Rosalynn, Brian’s been lying to you! You can’t always trust a man’s word! Please, get him to come

see me. I need him to see me

Rosalynn glanced back at the disarrayed woman, shaking her head in disbelief.

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She thought Eleanor could’ve used her time more wisely, honing her acting skills perhaps, rather than

spiraling down into this abyss of misconduct.

“Wait, Rosalynn! I have a secret, something that could help you. But you need to get Brian to help me

in return

Rosalynn paused mid-step, turning back to Eleanor as her words wafted in the air. “What secret?”

Eleanor’s chest heaved. She looked at Rosalynn and said, “Ever wonder who your birth parents are?

Get Brian to help me, and I’ll share everything I know.”

Her parents?

Rosalynn found herself studying Eleanor, her sharp gaze seeking out any signs of deceit.

“Are you truly aware of who my parents are?” she questioned.

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