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Confiding in Celia
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2024-10-29 19:42:56The next day, Trent sat in his new office, trying to get a handle on the situation with Bree. Between interviews, he found himself going back over the conversation he’d had with her the night before. While they hadn’t argued anymore about it, he hadn’t liked the way she’d reacted to his questions about Zach. She’d seemed super defensive.
He knew nothing was going on between them. He trusted Bree. The fact that Monica had cheated on him did make him leery, but he also knew now that there had been a ton of signs that Monica was cheating tha
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