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?”

remained unmoved. “Because I’m

breath, my words laced

believed

deepening, “You mean what

hospital today?”

I snapped, “What else?”

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rubbed his temples, his voice rich and deep, “You’re not a

if you call

you a cop or my husband?” I

I could.

to be my

me? Could a person be

lips pressing together.

“They are your

tried to explain, “Jane,

my eyes were cold. “You doubt

you nothing

it wasn’t just a

was stunned. My instinct was to argue, but looking at Bryant’s expression,

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