Chapter 58

After dinner, Ainslie retreated to her room, where the anticipation of a message from Clinton awaited her.

As she glanced at her phone, she couldn't help but grin in excitement upon reading his words, "Babe, Bryson is going to die tonight." The sinister message ignited a crooked smile on Ainslie's face."Just send him to get you something from the pharmacy ten minutes away from the house and I will handle it from there."

Lifting her gaze from the message, Ainslie reveled in the devious plan forming in her mind. The unsettling smile lingered as she contemplated the impending events.

Her satisfaction was palpable, knowing that the seeds of deception she had planted were beginning to bear fruit.

As the approaching footsteps reached Ainslie's ears, she hastily took an uncomfortable position on the bed. The door swung open, revealing Bryson, who walked in only to be met with Ainslie's agonized screams.

"Ahh, damn, this pain is killing me," she groaned, clutching her tummy and roll