NovelEnglishHe shot up from his chair, a storm brewing on his face, and towered overwith a glare that felt like it lasted an eternity. Finally, through gritted teeth, he spat out, "In your dreams!" My temper flared in response, and I abruptly stood, marching toward the living room where the whispering duo of Margaret and Teresa were seated. "Out with it, what's the deal?" "Bry!" Margaret rose, smugness personified, her gaze skipping pastto land on Bryant as she dropped her bombshell. "You know what? That baby Jane carried might not even be yours." The air seemed to freeze in that instant.
Rage consumed me, and I was about to let a slap fly her way when Margaret, ever the viper, dodged and shoved an envelope against me.
Her smirk cwith scorn. “See for yourself. Let's see how you explain this to Bry!" The envelope slid down my body to the floor, but before I could pick it up, Bryant was already on it, his fingers visibly tensed as he ripped it open and pulled out several photos.
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197/199 Just like that, a noticeable change swept over him. What was once a gentle expression was now clouded with the onset of stormy anger.
My heart sank. I hesitated, then reached out to grab the photos, but Bryant pulled them away before my fingers could barely graze them.
An icy aura exuded from him, making my hand hang suspended in the air, unable to move.
"Bry, you see!" Margaret smiled, her voice a soft poison, "She's been unfaithful for a long time. That child in her belly was likely Mark's." I glanced at the photos when Bryant was momentarily distracted and saw it was a shot of a hotel doorway. Indeed, standing there were Mark and I. When did Mark and I ever go to a hotel together?
Memories cflooding back.
was overseas on a business trip, caught up in a whirlwind of networking events. Overwhelmed by alcohol, I stumbled back to my hotel room, barely conscious.
Then Christine called, saying someone would drop off shangover medicine for me.
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I had been too dizzy to see who it was, thanking the mysterious m benefactor and quickly shutting the door after receiving the medicine.
Could it have been Mark who delivered it? He had never mentioned hadn that upon returning.
Someone with an agenda had captured that brief moment and saved it for such a tas this.
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