Chapter Eight

BRENT'S POV

That sounded like the best solution outside of suing her and making her understand how it must feel to miss out on your children's life.

“What are you here for?” I asked, ignoring her pale face.

“In New York? I have a meeting with some investors.” She replied in a shaky voice and paled even further as she realized her word slip.

“I don't care that you picked your life back or have a meeting with investors so you can stop looking like I'm trying to ruin your life.” I responded harshly, a little insulted by her scared look.

Priscilla nodded. “I'll move back but I will need a few weeks to pack up and settle our lives before we'll be ready to move.”

I narrowed my eyes, she sounded genuine but I wasn't sure I could believe that. “You'll forgive me if I find it difficult to believe your word given that a cheater is no different from a liar but I'll need to be more involved in your move. I looked for you and couldn't find you so it's reasonable that I fear that you'll disappear on me again, don't you think?”

Priscilla laughed, the sound chilling me with its manic similarity. “I’ve tried talking to you but I’m giving up. It’s funny how you still believe the word of your ex over mine, someone I complained about so much. Whatever, I don’t exactly like the fact that the twins don’t have a father figure in their lives so I’m not going to disappear on you. This is solely for my children and their future.” She said and walked out of the bar leaving me speechless.

I tried remembering what had happened that fateful day but all that was coming to mind was how hurt I had been. This wasn’t the first time she had implied there had been a misunderstanding and since I wasn’t sure what was true and a lie, I was going to find out everything, with a clear and unbiased mind.”

My phone rang just as I made up my mind and I let out a sigh when I saw who was calling. I dropped the call and blocked the number, something I ought to have done a long time ago. Getting to know my children would be hard enough without the extra unwanted opinion of Pamela, who seemed to always have something to say in everything that concerned me. That made me pause, had I been a blind fool six years ago and allowed her to ruin my marriage even after being warned by Priscilla?

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The more I stared at the image playing in front of me, the worse my hands shook. I grabbed the plastic table in front of me squeezing with all my might until the side broke. I heard someone’s gasp and looked up, unbridled fury burning in my eyes.

“Jeez. What’s going on now?” The object of my fury spoke, looking at the table and back to me, an emotion I could recognize in her eyes, fear. That suited me well.

PAMELA’S POV

I rushed into the room, my excitement at being summoned by Brenton fading at the look in his eyes. My eyes went to the broken table and his hand still on it and I gasped, realizing he had broken it himself.

“Jeez. What’s going on now?” I asked, stalling for time. There was no point in giving myself away as if I did something wrong but the way he was glaring at me was making me terrified.

“I saw something amazing today and I want you to see it too.” He said with an even voice and I took a deep breath. That voice just confirmed something for me. Brent was furious at something I did. I’d heard that tone from him before but never leveled at me.

“Is that why you called while I was busy? I was planning to come later and I have some things I need to urgently get back to.” I responded moving backward towards the door but the chill in his voice stopped my every movement.

“Take another step and you will regret that you ever met me. Not just you, but everyone you’ve ever associated with.”

I stopped and walked towards him where the laptop was. He grabbed my hands and forced me into the chair next to him and hit play on the system making my eyes bulge with what I was watching.

I shook my head and looked at Brent, mustering my best pouty look. “I swear this is not true. The video is fabricated.” I pleaded, fearing for my life with the look he was giving me.

He laughed. “You will know about fabrication , right? Just like you fabricated the pictures of my wife six years ago. And what else did you do, oh, drugging me and baiting my wife so she believed something that wasn’t true?”

I shook my head. “She’s no longer your wife, have you forgotten? You ex wife.” I smiled, triumph overcoming me and blurring the fear I was feeling. I had hated the fact that he had moved on after breaking things up with me. If I couldn’t have him, no one else could and especially not someone he loved.

His face brightened. “I’ve got everything that just happened on tape. I have a question though. Was I approached because of the information you sold to Thorne?” He asked and my face paled, realizing the jig was up.

“You think all I had on you was a useless video of how you tried to ruin my marriage? He asked with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I have a lot of things that will leave you locked up for a long time. In your next life, you will not mess with me.” He concluded coldly and I was handed over to two police officers who handcuffed me immediately.

“I need a lawyer. I am innocent.” I yelled as I was dragged out of the room.