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,

viper, dodged and shoved

scorn. “See for yourself. Let’s see how you explain

to Bry!”

down my body to the floor, but before I could pick

it, his fingers visibly

pulled out several photos.

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that, a noticeable change swept over him. What was once

was now clouded with the onset of stormy

then reached out

my fingers could barely

exuded from him, making my

unable to move.

Margaret smiled, her

for a long time. That child in

the photos when Bryant was momentarily distracted

a hotel doorway. Indeed, standing there were Mark and I.

Mark and I ever go to

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