She wanted to watch it again to ascertain whether she had missed anything.
She needed to know whether it was Shane that night or another man who bore a close resemblance to him.
However, after she watched the security footage, she was all the more certain that it had indeed been Shane.
Why did all three paternity tests indicate that the kids weren’t his then? What exactly went wrong?
At that thought, a shiver ran down her spine, and goosebumps broke out all over her.
She felt as though she had fallen into an abyssal trap that she could never again crawl her way out.
Tossing her cell phone away, she sprawled onto the bed wanly and stared at the ceiling.
Her gaze remained vacant for a long while until her eyelids started growing heavy. Only then did she turn on her side and close her eyes.
Everything that had happened in the past two days had been a great burden to her, exhausting her both physically and mentally. It was so taxing on her that she couldn’t even sleep well at night.
Now that she was finally feeling drowsy, she promptly dozed off.
After sleeping for a few hours, she was awakened by a great thirst. Massaging her temples, she slowly sat herself up.
When her mind was much clearer, she flipped the covers and got out of bed to go downstairs for some water.
Just when she stepped out of the room, she was greeted by a sight that had her eyes narrowing a fraction and her expression darkening.
She saw Jacqueline exiting the guest room in which Shane was staying in a thin nightgown with spaghetti straps.
Closing the door, Jacqueline then turned around. When she caught sight of Natalie, she was stunned for a moment before her lips curved into a smile. “Good evening, Ms. Smith.”
Conversely, Natalie didn’t respond to her greeting. “Ms. Graham, why are you coming out of my husband’s room at this hour?” she demanded coldly.
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