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,

and shoved

smirk came with scorn. “See for yourself. Let’s

to Bry!”

down my body to the floor, but before I

fingers visibly tensed as he ripped it

pulled out several photos.

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like that, a noticeable change swept over him.

with the

sank. I hesitated, then reached out to grab

my fingers could barely graze

him, making my hand hang suspended in

unable to move.

Margaret smiled, her voice a

for a long time. That child in her

when Bryant was momentarily

a shot of a hotel doorway. Indeed, standing

and I ever go to

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