CHAPTER THIRTY

Jenna's POV

I walked into the hospital building looking like someone who was just coming out of a fierce war, I'm not minding what anyone is going to think right now as I don't care and I can barely give a fuck...

I stood in the doorway, my eyes fixed on the scene before me. My stepmother, Rachel, was wailing like a banshee, her face contorted in exaggerated grief. But I knew the truth. She wasn't crying for my dad; she was crying for herself.

"Oh, Draco! My dear husband!" she sobbed, her voice echoing through the hallway.

I felt a wave of revulsion wash over me. She had the nerve to call him her husband, when she was the one who had orchestrated his demise. I knew it, even if no one else did. She had been feeding him wolf's bane, poisoning him slowly, and I had proof.

My mind raced back to the conversations I had overheard, the suspicious behavior I had witnessed. It all made sense now. She had been playing the perfect wife, all the while plotting his downfall.

I took a step fo