Broken Vows and Buried Twins novel Chapter 82

Hester looked her dead in the eye, enunciating every word. "I'll make Hester Carrington completely disappear."

"Completely disappear..." Gael repeated, her eyes widening as the realization hit her. "Oh my god, you're really going all out!"

"I mean, only as an absolute last resort," Hester said, gently resting a hand on her stomach. "A clean, permanent break is the only way my baby and I can truly get a fresh start."

...

The next morning, the manager of the manufacturing plant in Riverton called, reporting a minor issue with the latest batch of jewelry raw materials. They needed someone from headquarters to come down and handle it.

Hester initially wanted to go herself, but Gael insisted that traveling during her first trimester wasn't safe and volunteered to go instead.

Hester thought about it and agreed it was the smartest choice.

Gael booked the next available flight and headed straight to Riverton.

...

At two in the afternoon, Hester received another call from the charity gala organizers. They were overwhelmingly gracious and persistent, and she ultimately found it too difficult to refuse, so she agreed to attend.

An event of this caliber wouldn't just attract business tycoons; A-list celebrities would be there as well. Everyone would be dressed to the nines.

Hester hadn't attended a gala like this in years, and she didn't have any formal wear at the penthouse that fit her current needs, so she had to make a last-minute trip to a boutique.

Instead of a traditional evening gown, she opted for a tailored, tuxedo-style evening suit paired with elegant low heels. She then had a stylist apply a light, sophisticated makeup look.

By the time she was ready, it was almost time to leave. Hester had her driver take her directly to the venue.

The charity gala was a massive, opulent affair. Luxury cars lined the entrance, and the guest list was a who's-who of corporate elites and Hollywood stars.

The moment Hester stepped out of her car, she felt a twinge of regret. She saw rows of media photographers flanking the red carpet, their camera shutters firing like machine guns at every arriving guest. She had never been the type to enjoy high-profile appearances.

Just as she was hesitating, contemplating slipping away unnoticed, a familiar voice called out from behind her.

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