MTN: The Hills 3

Molly Hill barely noticed the heat in the garage as she stood at the dusty window. Little beads of sweat formed along her hairline. Despite that, she did not move a muscle. This was the only window at the Hill residence that allowed a full view of the Seaforth house across the street.

And she’d seen plenty. Why, just the other night, she’d found the nerve to creep along the side of the Seaforth house, her new heels sinking into the earth. Peeking into window after window, she finally found him.

Them.

It was like a spear through her heart to see him with her. They were all over each other in ways she dreamt of being with Kai. Why would he do this to her? Was he trying to make her jealous?

Well, two could play that game. The next day, she began wearing her hair like Jade Seaforth’s. It wasn’t exactly the same because she couldn’t get her hair to cooperate. How did Jade get her hair so smooth? Her cheeks flushed red, and her hands formed fists when she thought about “perfect” Jade.

After sorting her hair out, she went to the expensive boutique Jade shopped at and bought one dress she’d seen Jade wearing. She was sure she looked better in it.

Her husband hadn’t noticed these changes, but she knew Kai would.

A small sigh escaped her lips. There was his motorcycle in the driveway. She continued standing statue still. He never left it in the driveway for long, so eventually he would have to come outside to move it.

Then he would see her, and he would know that she would do anything for him, even if it meant looking more like that silly wife of his.

Please, please, come outside, she thought.

As the minutes ticked away into hours, and the little beads of sweat rolled down her face and back, her muscles taut and painful, she finally moved. She squared her shoulders and swiped at the perspiration on her face with the back of her hand.

He was not coming out to move his bike.

Kai did not appreciate the lengths she’d gone to for him.

Shaking all over, her jaw clenched. She could hear her racing heartbeat in her temple.

This would not do at all.

Her daughter Alyssa was calling for her, but she couldn’t hear her through the laser beam focus on the Seaforth house.

A realization hit her like a baseball bat to the face.

If she couldn’t have Kai Seaforth. No one could.

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