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Christine, despite being under the weather, snatched the phone right out of my hands with surprising vigor.

"Margaret, take a good look in the mirror, won't you? Your face is screaming 'mistress' so loudly, it's impossible to hide. Are you blind? And Bryant, what the hell do you think you're doing..."

A shiver ran down my spine at her words, and before things could escalate further on the other end, I lunged forward and ended the call.

Christine, not yet done venting, fumed, "Why'd you hang up? I was about to give those two a piece of my mind!"

*Just cool down, will you?""

Feeling suffocated by the whole situation just moments ago, I now found a moment of calm. I got Christine a cup of tea and persuaded her, "Honestly, if Bryant really listens to her, it might be for the best. Getting a divorce would set us all free."

Considering the current state between Bryant and me, letting go seemed like the healthiest option.

"Are you okay with this?"

Christine took a big gulp of her tea, her anger reigniting with every sip, "I support you getting a divorce, but not like this. How dare that homewrecker step all over you! What nerve!"From NôvelDrama.Org.

"What's there to be okay or not okay about?"

Leaning against the couch, I placed a hand on my belly, drawing strength, "As long as my child is okay, everything else is worth it. There's still hope for the future."

Getting a divorce and stepping away from the Ferguson Group sooner rather than later was the plan.

RiverCity was big enough that, without deliberately trying, Bryant and I could probably avoid running into each other altogether.

Then, I could focus on taking care of my child, offering each other mutual comfort.

Soon, the baby would start babbling, softly calling me 'mommy.'

The very thought made my heart tender.

Being a bit meek now didn't really matter. As long as they didn't harm my child, anything goes.

Christine's anger seemed to dissipate, "You're right, only those of us with nothing to lose

have nothing to fear. You're pregnant now; the child comes first."

"Will Bryant really listen to her?"

"Not for now."

I shook my head, "At least, not until Timothy's birthday celebration is over."

Both he and Margaret were wary of him.

And I was worried about Timothy's health not being able to take the shock.

"It's coming up soon."

Christine nodded, "Do you think Bryant actually likes her, or is it just because of the debt of gratitude he owes to her mother?"

"Who knows."

I wasn't interested in guessing.

The cause didn't matter. What mattered was the outcome.

He chose Margaret every time.

Christine pondered, "With Margaret's personality, Bryant must be blind to like her... It has to be the debt of gratitude."

"You know," curiosity suddenly struck me, "What would you do if you found out someone you trusted actually harmed someone dear to to you?"

"I don't have anyone dear."

Christine didn't hesitate, but a trace of sadness flickered in her eyes. Just as I was about to confort her, her eyes curved into a smile, "But if someone tried to hurt you, I'd fight them to the end.”

I was touched and amused, "If you were a guy, I'd marry you right after my divorce."

y now?" Christine raised an eyebrow.

"Really Knock, knock!

Just as I was about to respond, someone knocked on the door, followed by the doorbell ringing.

Christine was in pain, so I didn't let her move and got up to answer the door myself.

"Come on, give me a kiss!"

As I opened the door, there stood Steven, the eternal playboy, leaning casually against the doorframe, eyes closed, lips puckered, thinking he looked irresistible.

I almost burst out laughing when Christine's pillow flew hitting Steve Pastore m squarely.

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