Chapter 7
Sophie stared at Brenda, her frustration bubbling over. The silence between them was thick, almost suffocating.
“I know what happened, Brenda. I know about the baby,” she said, her voice tight with restrained anger. “You don’t have to pretend anymore.”
Brenda flinched, her eyes wide with shock, but she didn’t speak. She stood there, clutching her cup of tea like it was the only thing holding her together.
Sophie exhaled sharply, pacing back and forth in the small living room. She had to get the truth. She wasn’t leaving here until she got answers.
“Brenda, stop avoiding me,” Sophie continued, her voice rising with frustration. “We both know what’s going on. You don’t have to act like nothing happened. I know about the baby… I heard everything.”
Brenda’s eyes darted nervously, refusing to meet Sophie’s gaze. She fiddled with the rim of her cup, her fingers trembling.
Sophie’s patience was wearing thin. She was tired of the half-truths, the lies. She needed the full story. And she was going to get it, no matter what.
“Are you sleeping with my husband?” Sophie’s voice cut through the quiet, sharp and direct.
Brenda’s jaw dropped. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She looked like she was drowning in the weight of Sophie’s question.
Sophie took a step closer, her eyes narrowing. “Is Adams the father of the child you lost?”
Brenda’s face paled further, her expression frozen in shock. She looked like she had seen a ghost.
Sophie could feel her heart racing. She had to know. She needed to know. She wasn’t going to leave this apartment until she heard the truth from Brenda’s lips.
“Brenda, please,” Sophie whispered, her voice desperate. “Tell me. I need to know. Is it him? Is Adams the father of your baby?”
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