Evelyn was beside herself with worry, pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot tin roof. She pestered Daniel over and over again, but it was all in vain.
She was so worried that she lost all interest in going out to play poker. As a result, she'd spent the past few days moping around the house.
To make matters worse, netizens had pointed out that the paternity test report she posted online had been photoshopped and was clearly fake. And before the trolls she hired could spin the narrative, the report was buried and forgotten.
All of these setbacks only fueled her anger, and she wanted to lash out at Daniel, but she didn't dare to. Evelyn felt as if she was carrying a ticking time bomb that was ready to go off at any second.
Hence, when she received a call from Jean, she glanced at the screen with disdain before answering snarkily, "Well, well, if it isn't Ms. Sawyer. What a surprise. Why are you calling me this early in the morning?
"Let me guess, you didn't manage to get anything out of Brad, and now you're here to ask for my help again?"
In truth, she looked down on Jean because she had wasted such a great opportunity. Was it really that hard to make it look like she'd slept with Brad? Not only did she fail, but she also dragged Evelyn down with her.
For days, Daniel had been giving her the cold shoulder, behaving nothing like a husband should. There were nights when he would barge into her room, standing silently by her bed in the darkness and calling her name softly. It was more horrifying than running into a ghost in the dead of night.
Ultimately, it was all Jean's fault! If she had made the most of that opportunity, she wouldn't have been implicated and become the object of Daniel's dislike.
Growing up, Jean had been subjected to constant sarcasm and neglect from her family, so she could easily detect the underlying resentment in Evelyn's voice.
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This book is dragging 😩...