“And that has something to do with me?”
Anastasia was taken aback. “You know exactly what I mean!”
She might have been able to deceive others, but never him. Lauren had been lucky to survive; a little less luck, and she would be dead.
“Don’t you think… I’m cruel?” she asked, her outward calm belying a flicker of anxiety.
Harrison paused, a strange feeling stirring within him. When it came to cruelty, who in Riverton could compare to Harrison Lancaster? He had been in Fairhaven for too long, had restrained himself too much. His Ana still had no idea who she had truly married.
She thought that orchestrating revenge against an enemy—without even killing them—was cruel. What would she think of her husband if she knew about the things he had done?
“She brought it on herself,” he said, stroking her head. His tone was dismissive. “Did you personally order someone to run her off a cliff?”
“It wasn’t your doing, so why are you taking the blame?”
“Besides,” he added, his voice dropping slightly, “after everything Lauren has done, even if you had dealt with her yourself, would you have been wrong?”
The knot of tension in Anastasia’s chest loosened. A bright smile returned to her face, and she snuggled closer, rubbing her head against his arm. “You’re the best, Hubby!”
***
At the hospital, the Brennans were all gathered as expected.
The moment she saw Anastasia, a distraught Winni rushed forward. “Was it you? Did you do this?!”
“Mrs. Brennan,” Harrison said sharply, pulling Anastasia behind him. His voice was a cold warning.


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