When the officers arrived, Jasper hesitated for a few seconds, then told them, "She's a prostitute. She came to make trouble today. Take her in so she can be taught a lesson."
I laughed bitterly at myself for being so blind to love someone like Jasper Coleman for so long.
The police were prepared to take me in for questioning.
I refused and shouted, "I am not a prostitute. Bianca is the real prostitute! I have evidence. I want to report her!"
As I reached for my proof, Bianca suddenly fell to the floor, cradling her children in her arms.
Jasper's face showed concern as he scooped her up and hurried out.
Passing by me, he glared with barely hidden fury.
"You'd better pray nothing happens to Bianca," Jasper spat.
Clutching her granddaughter in panic, Joanne hurried after them toward the hospital and did not forget to remind the doctors along the way, "Keep her under observation! That woman has no conscience."
With the main players gone, the party guests left hungry and bewildered.
Meanwhile, the police took me away for a statement. After I recounted the entire story, they released me.
Word travels fast. When Jasper found out I hadn't been detained, he called.