The Wicked Stella Queenie appeared lost in thought for a moment before finally speaking. “Back then, wasn’t she pretending to be you? I could tell she wasn’t you, so I had someone discreetly follow her. That’s how I discovered her unsavory dealings. That night, I made sure those thugs she was involved with learned a lesson. Vivian was never in any danger.”

Hearing Queenie’s explanation, Cecilia felt a wave of relief wash over her.

“Mom, I need to call Vivian.”

“Go ahead.”

Stepping outside, Cecilia dialed Vivian’s number.

Since becoming pregnant, Vivian had struggled with morning sickness in the early months. Food had become difficult to stomach, and more often than not, she found herself lounging on the couch, too drained to do much of anything.

She had been managing an online store, but lately, the overwhelming fatigue made it nearly impossible to keep up as she once had.