Tristan’s POV "Your wife... put me up to it," Ronald gasped out, his voice barely audible through the pain. I had expected him to say that, knowing Natasha was involved, I needed more. I needed information that would surprise me. Something he would spill from desperation, thinking it would save his life. Natasha's involvement was not surprising; it was expected. She had even warned me to prepare me for this moment, assuming I would believe her over him. She must have thought I was stupid."I am listening," I said, my voice calm but demanding."She told me she wanted Raina gone. Aunt Jenifer said it would benefit our family, and I had no choice," he managed to say, his breath laboured. "So I agreed."He paused, struggling to continue. "The guard on duty when you left the house was named Christopher. He told us Raina was home alone. Natasha had set the stage after the pastry incident failed," he said, and I felt a surge of anger. I kept my voice steady, though, wanting him to continue.
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