Remarriage Failed Again Today

Thinking back on it now makes my face burn and my body tremble. I feel like I’ve been emotionally traumatized.

Don’t anyone try to stop me. I’m going to find Annabelle Linton and demand to know, in all good conscience, if she’s ever going to let me sleep with her just once!

(Annabelle Linton: ’I feel like I’m watching some delusional moron talking nonsense.’)

Anyway, back to the story.

In the middle of the night, the man who had been with Vivian Yates came out. He walked up to my dream-self and said, "Mission complete." I tossed him a card.

Oh, so I was the one who sent him to sleep with Vivian Yates.

I suddenly felt so naughty.

(Annabelle Linton: ’...’)

After that, I took off my robe, lay down next to Vivian Yates, and closed my eyes.

Don’t ask me what the hell that was about.

How the fuck should I know???

Then a flash of white light, and the scene before my eyes changed.

I was in a hospital.

Vivian Yates came out holding a medical report and said softly to my dream-self, "Leona, I’m pregnant. It’s a boy."

’Mm, as long as you’re happy. But do you even know who the father is?’

My dream-self put an arm around Vivian Yates and promised to take responsibility.

’...I still had to play dumb at a time like this.’

Then Vivian Yates asked what we should do about Annabelle Linton, and I told her not to mention that woman.

But my dream-self was clearly just putting on an act.

So, what was this dream trying to tell me?

Why did I want Vivian Yates to think she was pregnant with my child, and why was I acting like I hated Annabelle Linton?

Could it be that the danger mentioned in the earlier dream had something to do with Vivian Yates, and I was just beating her at her own game?

By acting like I hated Annabelle Linton, was I actually trying to push her far away, so no one would target or use her?

This is a question worth mulling over. Highlighted and starred for importance.

Annabelle Linton frowned, lost in thought.

’So, Vivian Yates’s fake pregnancy was actually a trap set by Leona Grant?’

’And Leona Grant never actually slept with Vivian Yates at all? She just tricked her into thinking she was pregnant with Leona’s child?’

’But Vivian Yates said her pregnancy was fake...’

Annabelle Linton pressed her lips together, drank a glass of water, and tried a new line of thinking.

She understood.

’Between the two of them, Vivian Yates was scheming against Leona Grant, and Leona Grant was scheming against Vivian Yates.’

’They were scheming against each other, right?’

’Vivian Yates’s goal was to get pregnant with Leona Grant’s child.’

’And Leona Grant’s goal was to make Vivian Yates believe the child was Leona’s...’

’So, all I have to do is figure out this so-called conspiracy, right?’

Annabelle Linton’s heart suddenly started pounding.

’So this whole time, Leona Grant had done so much for her...’

’Then what about the child? Was the child the one Leona Grant accidentally killed?’

’Oh, no, that’s not right. Leona Grant *did* accidentally kill the child.’

Leona had pushed Annabelle away because Annabelle was about to hit Vivian Yates, but she never imagined Annabelle would slam into the wall, killing both her and her unborn child.

’Then a new question arose. Why did Leona Grant lock me in the basement?’

’For my protection?’

Annabelle Linton furrowed her brow and turned to the next page.

This time, the scene was an airport in the middle of the night.

My dream-self rushed off the plane and asked Chase why he hadn’t called me sooner.

Chase said he couldn’t get through. He told me to go check the basement, saying Annabelle Linton had been screaming all day after hearing something. He said he couldn’t get into the basement because Vivian Yates’s people were guarding it, and told me to hurry, or something bad would happen.

...Uh, I heard what he said, but I was totally lost. I didn’t understand a thing.

I didn’t know anything about a basement, or someone screaming all day, or what trouble was brewing.

I didn’t know anything.

I just followed my dream-self as she ran.

Even though I was completely in the dark, seeing the urgent, solemn look on my dream-self’s face made me panic too.