Love's Redemption (Chris and Maddie) novel Chapter 352

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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