Chapter Eleven

The message from Jane was a reminder that she wasn't going anywhere, no matter how hard Rex tried to shut her out. She was playing a dangerous game, and I was starting to wonder if there was any way to win.

Rex spent the entire morning on calls, his voice echoing through the mansion as he coordinated with his security team. I stayed out of his way, not wanting to add to the already suffocating tension.

Around midday, I decided to distract myself by visiting the garden. The flowers were in full bloom, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the storm raging in my mind. I knelt by a rose bush, trimming the stems

carefully, when I heard footsteps behind me.

"Still working in the garden, Mrs. Go?" Marla's cheerful voice broke through my thoughts. I glanced up, forcing a smile. "It's the only thing that helps me relax."

"Well, you're doing a fine job," she said, her hands resting on her hips. "This place has never looked better." "Thanks, Marla," I replied, genuinely touched by her kindness.

She hesitated, then lowered her voice. "If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here. I can tell something's been weighing on you."

I nodded, grateful for her concern, but I wasn't ready to share the chaos swirling in my life.

When I returned to the mansion, Rex was waiting for me in the living room. His face was unreadable, but the tension in his posture was unmistakable.

"We need to talk," he said, motioning for me to sit.

I took a seat across from him, my heart pounding. "What's going on?"

"We've tracked Jane's movements over the past few days," he began. "She's been meeting with someone... a journalist."

My stomach twisted. "A journalist? What for?"

"She's feeding them information about us," he said, his tone laced with frustration. "Trying to build a story about our marriage being fake."

I felt the blood drain from my face. "And if that story comes out?"

"It'll cause a scandal," Rex admitted. "But more importantly, it'll undermine my position at Go Enterprise. My grandfather won't tolerate bad press."

"So, what do we do?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"We stop her," Rex said firmly. "I've already sent someone to intercept the journalist. As for Jane..." He paused, his eyes narrowing. "She won't get away with this."

Later that evening, Rex called a private investigator to the mansion. The man was tall and lean, with sharp features that gave him an air of authority.

"This is Mr. Grayson," Rex said, introducing him. "He's the best in the business." "Nice to meet you," I said, shaking his hand.

Grayson nodded, his gaze assessing. "I've been briefed on the situation. My team is already working on gathering evidence against Ms. Walter. Once we have enough, we'll make our move."

"And what kind of move are we talking about?" I asked cautiously.

Grayson's expression didn't waver. "That depends on what we find. For now, I suggest you both remain vigilant."

The next few days were a blur of tension and waiting. Rex threw himself into his work, while I tried to keep myself busy around the mansion. Every time my phone buzzed, I braced myself for another message from Jane, but the silence was almost worse.

On the fourth day, Rex finally got a call from Grayson.

"I've got something," Grayson said, his voice calm but serious. "You're going to want to see this."

That evening, Grayson arrived at the mansion with a folder full of evidence. He spread the documents out on the coffee table, each piece painting a clearer picture of Jane's plans.

"She's been working with this journalist for weeks," Grayson explained, pointing to a series of emails. "Her goal is to expose your marriage as a sham and frame Sarah as a gold digger."

I clenched my fists, anger bubbling inside me. "How can she be so cruel?"

"It's not about cruelty," Rex said, his tone cold. "It's about control. Jane can't stand the idea of losing, so she's doing everything she can to regain the upper hand."

Grayson nodded. "The good news is, we've intercepted most of her communications. The journalist doesn't have enough to publish a story... yet."

"And the bad news?" I asked.

Grayson hesitated. "Jane isn't working alone. She has someone on the inside." My breath caught. "Inside? You mean...here?"

Grayson nodded. "One of the staff has been feeding her information. We're still narrowing down who it is, but we'll know soon enough."

The revelation left me reeling. The idea that someone in the house was betraying us made my skin crawl. After Grayson left, Rex and I sat in silence, the weight of the situation pressing down on us.

"I can't believe this is happening," I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "We'll handle it," Rex said, his tone resolute.

"How can you be so calm?" I asked, turning to face him. "Jane is tearing our lives apart, and someone in this house is helping her. How do you stay so composed?"

Rex leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "Because I've been through worse," he said simply. "And I've learned that losing your cool doesn't solve anything."

I studied him, searching for cracks in his armor, but he gave nothing away.

That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about the betrayal. Who among the staff could be working with Jane? Marla's kind face flashed in my mind, but I quickly dismissed the thought. She'd always been supportive and kind—hadn't she?

Sleep didn't come easily. Every creak and shadow in the mansion felt like a threat, and the silence was deafening.

The next morning, I woke to find Rex already gone. A note on the bedside table informed me that he was meeting with Grayson to finalize their plans.

I spent the day on edge, jumping at every sound. By evening, I was more than ready for Rex to return and update me on what they'd uncovered.

When he finally walked through the door, his expression was grim. "What is it?" I asked, my heart pounding.

"We've identified the mole," he said, his voice heavy. "Who is it?"

Rex hesitated before answering. "It's Marla."

Cliffhanger: Why is Marla working with Jane, and what will Rex and Sarah do now that they know the truth?