I disconnected from the call with Claire, a sense of triumph spreading through me. My trap for Imogen had worked perfectly. The recording was damning—she'd confessed everything about her fake pregnancy and miscarriage scheme. More importantly, I'd captured her admitting that Dylan Ollie had been nothing but a "toy" to her.
Claire had been shocked. "You actually got her to admit it all?"
"It wasn't hard," I replied, pocketing my phone. "Imogen can't resist gloating when she thinks she has the upper hand."
Now I stood in the empty hospital room, savoring my victory. The door opened, and Ivy rushed in, her face twisted with rage.
"What did you say to Imogen?" she demanded.
I met her gaze calmly. "The truth. Something you both seem allergic to."
Behind her, Imogen appeared, her hospital gown making her look deceptively fragile. But the hatred in her eyes revealed her true nature.
