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Lauren was up to no good. She had to nail Jenna and she was going to anything in her power to make sure she did so. Plus, with the baby gone, Jacob would end up just like Keith in no time. Lauren had come to the conclusion that Jenna was a Black Widow, but why? They had known each other since college, but did they really know each other? Lauren had always known Jenna as an upbeat person, but she could definitely see that dark side. Jenna had to win at all costs. She had no boundaries, and you better not tell her “no.” She was driven and determined. There was no way that she ever lost, except to Lauren. Jenna had to always come out on top, and she hated when she was defeated by her nemesis. Lauren knew that is how Jenna thought of her, and quite frankly she didn’t care. She was the superior and they both knew it. What was it that made Jenna tick? Lauren thought back to college days. Jenna received a ‘B’ in a course and you would have thought that she was going to set the school on fire. She caught someone cheating on an exam and instead of turning the guy in, she first exposed his manhood to the entire class. Imagine mixing those two scenarios with Jenna’s actions and there is what happened to Keith. He was found exposed and, though he wasn’t set on fire, he was dead. Was Jenna a narcissist? Probably. A better way to describe her would be a sociopath. What type of person has sex with her husband, kills him, and then lives her life with her lover like nothing happened?

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