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“What footage? What do you mean he’s a hero?” Aimee asked.

“Have you not seen the video of him? It’s all over social media. We ran it a few nights ago on our local news and it blew up, went national,” the woman said. “There was video footage taken of him entering this building when it was burning and rescuing a woman. Hey, are you that woman? You are that woman. How did it feel to nearly die, to be rescued by Mr. Grayson? Did they have to resuscitate you? How are you feeling now when you’re back at the site? Is this the first time you’ve been here?”

The woman turned her gaze onto Aimee. She was absolutely gorgeous, with long, flowy dark hair and a bright red lipstick.

But there was something almost a bit vicious in the way that she spoke. As though she had forgotten that she was talking to real people, and that this was just a story.

“Stop talking,” Ammo growled. “No one is going to speak to you.”

“I’ll speak to you,” a voice yelled out and she glanced over to see Kelly-Anne walking toward them. She was dressed in a long blue-and-white gingham skirt with a loose, flowing white top. The clothes weren’t anything like Kelly-Anne usually favored. She loved tight jeans and short skirts, tops that revealed her ample breasts.

What was happening right now?

How had Kelly-Anne just turned up? In fact, how had the reporters even known they were here?

“What the fuck is going on?” Ammo said.

He wrapped an arm around her, keeping her close. Webb moved back to her other side so she was surrounded by them. She was aware of the insurance adjuster and his team who were standing by, watching.

She couldn’t blame them. It wasn’t every day you saw a drama like this unfold.

“And who are you?” the reporter asked. “Were you here the other night?”

“No, I’m the woman who is pregnant by the man who owned this house.”

“Who?” the reporter asked, looking confused.

“The father of my unborn baby owned this house.” Kelly-Anne rubbed her belly. “He tragically died and he left the house to me in his will.” Tears ran down her cheeks. God, she was putting on a good show, wasn’t she? She should try to get on TV. Oh, wait, that was exactly what she was doing.

Aimee noticed that the camera was focused right on Kelly-Anne. Was this why she’d turned up now? How had she known they were here? That the reporter was here?

Aimee spotted Yvonne staring at them from her driveway. Hmm. Maybe Yvonne had tipped off Kelly-Anne. And the reporters. She wouldn’t put it past her.

Then a number of neighbors appeared. It could be any of them, to be honest. Didn’t they all have something better to do?

“Not exactly true, Kelly-Anne,” she pointed out.

But as usual, Kelly-Anne paid neither her nor the truth any attention.

“She didn’t want me to have this house and she set fire to it!”

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Ammo was about to pick Aimee up, put her in the truck, and get out of here, when he spotted Branson walking toward them. Branson kept back, watching Kelly-Anne strangely.

Had he been watching her? Following her?

But why would he do that?

Aimee gasped at that bitch’s words.

“I didn’t light the fire. Kelly-Anne, you can’t just go around accusing people of arson,” Aimee said.

“You did light the fire. I know you did. You must have in order to stop me getting the house. You’ve always hated me.”

Aimee sighed. “I don’t hate you, Kelly-Anne. I’ve never hated you. You’re the one that’s always disliked me because you thought I stole Charlie from you. But the truth is, Charlie never once mentioned you, not even to say that you were an old ex-girlfriend. When he left town, he forgot about you, Kelly-Anne. It was you who were pining after him. And I didn’t steal him from you, because he wasn’t yours anymore.”

“You lying bitch,” Kelly-Anne stormed toward her, her face red and anger filling her features.