I paced around the villa, my steps quick and restless, only to discover that the interior design in so many of Debbii’s videos was identical to this place.
A sudden realization struck me like lightning. My chest tightened as I bolted out the door.
From the villa next door came a voice—familiar, intimate.
There she was—Debbii—fluttering into Bryson’s arms like a lark, her laughter sweet and airy.
And Bryson, smiling with gentle indulgence, carefully caught her in his embrace.
“Why are you running so fast? Be careful with the baby in your belly,” he murmured.
Then, he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her belly. His eyes brimmed with affection.
For a moment, it felt as if my heart had been pierced straight through.
She had only been back in the country for less than two months, and yet… they already had a baby?
Or was it that, even while she was still abroad, they had already been entangled?
Had my marriage… been nothing but a lie from the start?
My emotions roared and tangled within me, but I bit down hard, forcing myself not to storm over and demand an explanation. Instead, stumbling and unsteady, I retreated into the villa.