She hung up on Carlos, and immediately dialed Gregory’s number. To her dismay, his phone was off, and the call went straight to voicemail.

She dialed the number again and again, but to no avail. She didn’t dare to call an angry Carlos; instead, she sent him a private message on

Facebook saying, “I’m sorry, Carlos. Both Gregory’s and Debbie’s phones are off.”

Of course, Carlos knew it. He had called his wife five times, but couldn’t get through. The last time, he slammed the phone down on the seat next to him in disgust. He’d seen his dad ruin enough phones to know that when he was that mad, he needed a cushion he could throw his phone at. He couldn’t call with a broken phone.

The tall, proud man sat in the back seat of his car, visibly upset.

Suddenly, his phone rang, and it was Wesley.

“I’m at the hospital now.

and she’s asking for

arching brows, Carlos felt a

about to sleep with another man, and he was

“Hmm,” Wesley answered.

Megan fall into the river? Was it Debbie?” His voice was as

brat, but she’s not psycho. She wouldn’t kill anybody.” Carlos’ head cleared after he took some time to cool himself down. Debbie had always been square with him before, so he saw no reason not to defend her now. She tried his patience-a Lot-but in the end she always had a heart of gold. And now, he knew her spirit was broken. And her heart. He figured that maybe if he could

as Blair’s words entered his

Megan’s so important to you, then marry her!” She had once

the two men hung up, nor did they say

left the restaurant, she got

and find us, and then we’d be screwed,” she

glumly retort, “I don’t think

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