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?”

“Because

took a deep breath, my words laced with sarcasm,

you ever believed a word

his gaze deepening, “You mean what happened at

hospital today?”

I snapped, “What else?”

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rubbed his temples, his voice rich

you call the cops, everything requires

I looked at

I could.

so clear-cut, claiming to be

me? Could a

lips pressing together.

are your lover and future mother-in-law,

tried to explain, “Jane, listen.

though my eyes were cold. “You doubt my

just as much when I tell you nothing is happening.

it wasn’t just a

was to argue, but looking at Bryant’s

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