Brandon's face twisted in frustration as he shot up from his seat, pointing at me. "Is this what you wanted? Only someone as gullible as Jen would fall for your lies! If anything happens to our baby because of you, I'll never forgive you!"
I barely looked at him, my voice flat. "Do whatever you want."
I turned to Johnson, muttering a quick apology before heading out the door.
Brandon's voice followed me, full of anger. "Sylvia, I've had it with you! You've got a problem with everything Jen does. If you can't deal with her, maybe we should just get a divorce!"
That caught me off guard for a second, but I quickly shrugged it off.
We'd been married five years, and in all that time, he never once made our relationship public. Now, just to make me back down to Jenna, he was finally admitting it.
I stared at his face, handsome but distorted with fury, and nodded. "Alright. Let's get divorced."
Without another word, I walked out.
After leaving the hotel, I called my divorce lawyer. Mid-conversation, a sudden blinding light flashed in front of me. A car was speeding straight toward me, out of control. Panic shot through me, my legs went weak, and I stumbled backward.