Seeing that I ignored him, Mark's rage exploded. He grabbed my arm and dragged me forcefully before Carrie. “Apologize and get the hell home! Stop acting crazy here!”
A knock sounded at the door. "Excuse me. Delivery for Miss Truman."
I wrenched my arm free from Mark's grip, took the package and handed it to him.
“I bought the most expensive ones—ten in total. If all ten are negative, this matter is closed!”
Immediately, Mark understood what I brought and his face clouded with anger. He hurled the entire pregnancy tests at me and roared, "Jane, are you fucking crazy? Or is this a deliberate act to slander Carrie?"
“Why do you take a game so seriously? Am I really so untrustworthy?”
Trust?
He lets female friends label him ‘husband’ and calls him ‘husband’ to my face—that alone makes him unworthy of my trust.
The atmosphere in the private room tensed with tension.
Since he demanded my apology, I demanded Carrie take a test.
David slapped his face hard and pleaded with me, "This whole mess is my fault for being a big mouth. I'm sorry. Please, don't make it hard on Carrie and Mark, okay?"
But I did not budge. I just gripped Carrie's arm and marched toward the restroom.