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The Revelation

Author: Reine Ethel
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Ramsey handed the diary over to Davis, to see for himself. Davis eyes glued to the pages of the small, leather-bound diary in his hands. Bella’s words spilled across the pages, a haunting confession that sent chills down his spine. He read aloud, his voice shaky as he reached the most devastating part:

"How can I tell Ramsey that the child Mandy is carrying belongs to him, not Dwight. My sister, never cheated on him during their marriage, she never did. My greatest fear is If Ramsey finds out that Mandy’s baby is his, will he leave me for her, or will he still love me like he does?… I can’t lose him."

Davis blinked in disbelief, his hands trembling as he held the diary. He wasn’t sure if it was the cold truth in Bella’s words or the sheer weight of the secret that made his breath hitch. Glancing up at Ramsey, he saw the color had drained from his friend’s face. Tears streamed freely down Ramsey's cheeks, his eyes distant and unfocused as he struggled to comprehend the revelation.
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Peach
Davis fake ass should be in jail too he I love with Ramsey he will do anything for him I feel Mandy should not go to jail Ramsey need to face reality it all stated cause of him he hurt her so bad
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Peach
Mandy should of just lived her life but nope she went to far with her revenge
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Kate Honey Di
No way does she deserve death… Ramsey is just getting his karma
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