I looked toward Bryant, adding, “And even if he’s a tricky guy, if I get played

and still feel grateful, it’s none of your business.”

“As long as we’re not signing those divorce papers, everything about you is

my business!” He seemed almost amused by his anger, his tongue flicking

against his cheek, “Jane, don’t even think about making me cuckolded.”

With a calm command, Bryant instructed the driver, “Drive! Back to the

Ferguson Mansion!”

I was baffled, staring wide-eyed at him. “What are you trying to do?”

“Until those divorce papers are in hand, forget about seeing Mark in secret!”

His tone left no room for argument, and I was nearly driven to madness,

struggling fiercely. “What right do you have to control my life?”

unmoved. “Because

a deep breath, my words laced with sarcasm,

you ever believed a word

gaze deepening, “You mean

hospital today?”

I snapped, “What else?”

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rubbed his temples, his voice rich and deep, “You’re

you call the cops,

or my husband?” I looked at him steadily,

I could.

clear-cut, claiming to be my husband on the one

Could a person be

lips pressing together.

“They are your lover

to explain, “Jane, listen.

though my eyes were cold.

as much when I tell you

bet it wasn’t just

stunned. My instinct was to argue, but looking at

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