Chapter 30

~CINDY’S POV~

Vicky chuckled, tossing her hair with this proud-as-hell smirk.

“Yeah, fifty motherfucking missed calls from your beloved hubby. Now, tell me, is it working or what?”

I stared at the screen, thumb scrolling fast through the messages, twenty of ‘em, each one more frantic:

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