He turned to Jeff, who was still holding on to me, and his eyes narrowed.
“And you. My own brother. Sitting here holding her hand, comforting her, being her shoulder to cry on while my marriage falls apart.”
He took a step toward Jeff, and for a second I thought he was going to swing.
“Did you know about this? Did you know she was sleeping around behind my back? Have you two been laughing at me this whole time?”
Jeff’s face went pale. His arms tightened around me, almost protective.
“I didn’t know anything,” he said quietly. His voice was steady, but I could feel his heart pounding against my back. “I swear to you, Evan. I just came to support her when the results came in. That’s all. I had no idea.”
Evan stared at his brother for a long moment, searching his face for something. Then he laughed—that horrible cold laugh that made my blood turn to ice.
“Support her, right? Well, congratulations. She’s all yours now. You can have her. I’m done.”
He turned and stormed toward the guest room. I heard drawers being yanked open, clothes being thrown, hangers clattering to the floor.
Jeff let go of me and I stood there in the middle of the kitchen, frozen, tears streaming down my face, my whole body shaking so hard I thought my bones might rattle loose.
This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.
I’d been so sure—so completely certain—that the test would save me. That science would prove what I already knew, prove I was innocent and faithful. Instead, the test had destroyed everything. And it hadn’t even given me answers. It just told me Evan wasn’t the father. It didn’t tell me who was. It didn’t explain how any of this was possible. It just left me standing in my kitchen with my whole life in pieces and no idea how to put them back together.
For Complete Cooking STEPS Please Head On Over To Next Page Or Open button (>) and don’t forget to SHARE with your Facebook friends.
