“Alright,” Charlene said and showed Brendan a smile.

As the days passed, things began to settle. The Internet had bigger scandals to fry and gravitate toward, and slowly but surely, the commentaries were reduced.

Charlene felt great. She was sure that given more time, she would finally be the undisputed Mrs. Brighthall who bore him a child. She would no longer have to fear anything.

As for Deirdre McKinnon…

Malice pooled into Charlene’s eyes. She had never planned to let that fiasco during her botched wedding go, and now that she was finally freed from the storm, she could go back to plotting for that.

She knew a doctor privately and asked if he could recommend any slow-acting but potent poison. “I want it to be the kind that can ruin that person’s face over time. I want it ruined so badly, not a single surgeon in the world can recover it!”

“There is such a drug, but you can’t get it from my clinic.”

“Then give me a venue. I’ll take it from you personally.”

The doctor gave h