He shot up from his chair, a storm brewing on his face, and towered over me

with 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 past me to

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,

the viper, dodged and shoved

“See for

to Bry!”

to the floor,

on it, his fingers visibly tensed as he

pulled out several photos.

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like that, a noticeable change swept

was now clouded with the onset of

reached out to grab the photos, but

away before my fingers could barely graze

icy aura exuded from him, making

unable to move.

Margaret smiled, her voice a

for a long time. That child in her

when Bryant was momentarily distracted

a shot of a hotel doorway. Indeed, standing there were Mark

Mark and I ever go to a hotel

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