THE FAKE PREGNANCY

She'd stood there for over five minutes, lurking like a spy, watching their every move and prepared to reveal herself once she'd heard enough. And apparently, she had.

Charlotte thought about all those times she'd looked at Emily and known that there was something hidden in all of these, something that she was not telling Edmund.

She couldn't have just shown up one day and asked to work with him without a reason. And now, just when she'd given up on trying to find out the truth, a mighty wind had blown and everything was brought out in the open.

She'd expected Edmund to fling her away, discarding her like the piece of garbage that she was once he learnt of the truth but the opposite happened.

He'd pulled her to himself and even admitted to knowing about some of the atrocities that she'd committed. Yet, he hadn't once thought about letting her go.

That kind of love was alien to Charlotte, the kind that came unconditionally, that wasn't dependent on whether Emimy was a saint or not. It