The discovery of Stella and Andy's affair had left Timothy seething with anger and a newfound sense of determination. He couldn't allow their betrayal to go unpunished, not when the truth could help Evie's case against Stella. As he sped through the rain-soaked streets, his grip on the steering whee
“I want you to have another paternity test done, Stella,” he said eventually, and Stella’s eyes bugged. “Excuse me!” she gasped. “This time, with Andy involved. If the results are different from the one you showed me, you can say goodbye to your precious reputation, your career, and your comfort
I stood in my cozy apartment, my hands slightly trembling as I waited for Timothy to arrive. It was late in the evening, and the dimly lit space seemed somehow more intimate than usual. My fingers traced the edge of the coffee table as I watched the time. This meeting with Timothy was a pivotal mo
Timothy leaned back on the couch, deep in thought. "So we meet with Stella again, corner her.” I hesitated, my mind racing through the possibilities. "But there's a protective order in place.’ A sly smile crept onto Timothy’s face. "Oh, don't worry about that. I have a feeling Stella will be c
The day had dawned with gray clouds heavy in the sky, casting a shadow over the city, matching the turmoil brewing in my heart. I'd called for a meeting with Stella, Scarlett, and Timothy. It was time to set things straight, to address it all and potentially put an end to all of this. We decided t
I met her accusing gaze head-on, refusing to back down. "Yes, Stella, I am. And let's not pretend that it's a secret anymore. The truth about your affair with Andy would have come out eventually. It's only a matter of time before it makes its way to the public, and we all know how messy that could g
I bit my tongue, wanting to scream Scarlett’s name despite likely not receiving a response. Blood stained her clothes, and I couldn’t tell from where I stood whether she was even breathing. Stella was there too, her face twisted in anguish as she sobbed uncontrollably. Timothy shouted for someone
The sterile, fluorescent-lit waiting room was suffocating, and the atmosphere was thick with tension. I couldn't sit still; my foot tapped a restless rhythm on the worn linoleum floor. Timothy was still beside me, his jaw clenched so tightly that I could practically hear his molars grinding together