“You mean this is the man that your husband has an affair with?” John asked, his eyes widening in shock. Claire nodded her head in affirmation, her expression a mix of sorrow and resignation.John could hardly believe what he had just discovered. His jaw dropped, and his eyes widened further as he stared at Claire, then back at the photo on his phone. The image was of Jeffery. What was really happening? The weight of the revelation hit John like a punch to the gut, leaving him reeling.“For how long has their relationship been going on? Or better yet, when did you find out?” John asked, his voice trembling slightly. His head was still buzzing with the discovery, a cacophony of confusion and disbelief. This was beyond what he had expected, far beyond the realm of his imagination.Claire wrinkled her face and narrowed her eyes in confusion. “I don’t really know when exactly, but it’s been a long time. The first time I saw Jeffrey was when he came to the house and I wasn’t around. I ha
John struggled in the car, wedged tightly between the burly figures of his kidnappers. The space felt suffocating, each breath a laborious task as the weight of their bodies pressed against him, making escape seem impossible. His wrists were bound tightly, the rough rope chafing his skin raw, and his vision was obscured by a thick, scratchy cloth tied around his head.“Who is it?! Free me!” John thundered, his voice echoing within the confined space of the vehicle. Panic surged through him as sweat trickled down his face, stinging his eyes beneath the blindfold. His heart pounded erratically, each beat a drum of desperation.As he writhed in their grip, he could feel the harsh reality of his situation pressing down on him like a physical weight. The car’s engine roared beneath him, a constant reminder of the relentless forward motion into the unknown. John’s breaths came in ragged gasps, his mind racing with fear and anger. He twisted and turned, muscles straining against the unyield
“I will explain everything to you. It is not what you think,” John said, his voice tough as he moved closer to Miss B. The lit room seemed to close in around them, the air thick with tension and unspoken words.Their eyes locked together, an intense gaze that seemed to pull them into a world where only they existed. Miss B folded her arms, her posture stiff with a mix of frustration and anticipation. She awaited John’s explanation, her breath shallow and her heart pounding in her chest. The room around them seemed to fade, the tension so thick it was almost palpable. The silence between them was deafening, broken only by the faint hum of the city outside.“Go ahead, explain to me why you haven’t been picking up my calls,” Miss B demanded, her voice cold and sharp like a knife. Her face was pale, her lips pressed into a thin line, barely concealing the hurt and anger brewing inside her. Her eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now seemed like icy daggers piercing through him. The glow
“I will explain everything to you. It is not what you think,” John said, his voice tough as he moved closer to Miss B. The lit room seemed to close in around them, the air thick with tension and unspoken words. Their eyes locked together, an intense gaze that seemed to pull them into a world where only they existed. Miss B folded her arms, her posture stiff with a mix of frustration and anticipation. She awaited John’s explanation, her breath shallow and her heart pounding in her chest. The room around them seemed to fade, the tension so thick it was almost palpable. The silence between them was deafening, broken only by the faint hum of the city outside. “Go ahead, explain to me why you haven’t been picking up my calls,” Miss B demanded, her voice cold and sharp like a knife. Her face was pale, her lips pressed into a thin line, barely concealing the hurt and anger brewing inside her. Her eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now seemed like icy daggers piercing through him. The
“What happened? What did Stephanie do?” John asked with urgency, his voice tinged with anxiety. His eyes searched Miss B’s face for answers, hoping to understand the depth of the situation.Miss B sat on the couch, her shoulders slumped and her head bowed. The weight of the moment seemed to crush her. Her usually vibrant expression was now replaced with a look of despondency. Her lips quivered slightly as she took a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady herself. The silence stretched, becoming almost unbearable, before she finally spoke. “She is actually winning,” Miss B said, her voice barely above a whisper. She lifted her eyes to meet John’s, her gaze filled with a mixture of sorrow and resignation.John’s frown deepened, confusion clouding his features. “I don’t understand. What do you mean she has actually won?” he asked, his voice rising slightly in pitch, reflecting his growing concern and frustration. His mind raced, trying to piece together what Miss B was saying.Miss B fel
“Why did you do that?” Miss B rushed to John, holding him as he staggered, his blood dripping down his face and then onto the floor as well. The sight of the blood made her heart race even faster, fear tightening its grip on her.John felt dizzy but still tried to stand on his feet. “Why did you do this?” Miss B asked again, fear all over her face, tears rolling out of her eyes. Her voice was shaky, each word filled with a mix of panic and desperation.She managed to bring John to the couch, with her hand wrapped around his shoulder. His blood also dropped on her clothes, staining them with dark, spreading blotches. The sight of his blood on her made her stomach churn, but she didn’t let go, her grip firm despite the fear coursing through her.“I… I’m fine,” John rolled his eyes as he was losing more blood, his hand placed on his head. His voice was weak, barely a whisper, as he tried to reassure her. The room seemed to spin around him, the edges of his vision blurring as he struggled
“I don’t understand, what proof are you talking about?” Miss B narrowed her brows and shrugged in confusion. Her face showed a mix of worry and curiosity, trying to piece together what John was saying.John rubbed his hand softly around his temples as he felt a sharp pain. Miss B tried to reach for him again, but John held her back gently. “No, I’m fine,” John realized a little smile, trying to reassure her. The pain in his head was throbbing, but he didn’t want her to worry more than she already was.“Okay,” Miss B nodded, though the confusion remained in her eyes.“So, the thing is, I have been away from the mansion all through the night and even this morning I didn’t go to work. I am very sure that they would have noticed my absence in the house and at the office, so this will be a perfect cover-up reason as to why I was not seen,” John explained, and it began to make sense to Miss B little by little. The tension in the room started to ease slightly as the pieces of the puzzle fell
“I ask you again, was that the best you could come up with?” Stephanie asked, her smirk lingering on her face, her eyes dancing with a mix of amusement and challenge.John stood quite dumbfounded, his brows curved in surprise. He couldn’t understand what Stephanie was on about. “What do you mean? What are you talking about?” John asked, narrowing his eyes in confusion. His heart began to pound faster, a dull thud echoing in his ears.Stephanie walked towards him, each step deliberate and filled with purpose. The sound of her heels clicking against the hardwood floor seemed to synchronize with the beat of John’s heart. John was trying to fathom what it was that was making her laugh so much, but he couldn’t figure things out. His mind raced with possible explanations, each one more perplexing than the last. The room seemed to close in on him, the walls pressing inward with each step she took.“Is that the real reason why you disappeared last night and are just coming back now?” Stephan