Shirley Thorne's pregnancy journey had begun.
Oh, wait, no. Her *fake* pregnancy journey had begun.
She had to be precise.
As for *how* to fake it, that was the crucial part.
"Don't worry, Mr. Grant. I've already figured out what to do!"
Shirley Thorne was one step short of thumping her chest in assurance.
Seeing her so confident, Ethan Grant was happy to wash his hands of it. "Contact Ian Hollis if you need anything," he said.
Shirley Thorne nodded enthusiastically.
When it was time to be bold, she wouldn't hesitate for a second.
The rumors about the richest man's wife being pregnant showed no signs of stopping. The more ridiculous they got, the more widely they spread, until they had evolved to the point of a tragic mother-and-child death.
When Shirley Thorne heard this news: ...
'This isn't just a matter of being ridiculous anymore,' she thought. 'These people have a screw loose!'
She had no idea where Meredith Rowan was getting her information.
