Anna's POV
The morning sunlight streamed through the bay windows as Catherine leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You won't believe what's happening at the Simpson house."
I raised an eyebrow, cradling my herbal tea while trying to find a comfortable position on the plush sofa.
At eight months pregnant with twins, comfort was becoming an increasingly foreign concept.
"What now?" Mom asked, settling beside me with uncharacteristic eagerness. Ever since the incident at George's secret mansion, she'd developed a rather vindictive interest in Simpson family drama.
Catherine's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Two women showed up at their doorstep yesterday, claiming George ruined their lives, stole their family fortunes, and-get this-maintained intimate relationships with them behind Mary's back for years."
I nearly choked on my tea.
"Seriously?"
