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He didn't even flinch as he frowned. "Do you think I'd look for trouble for no reason?"

That was debatable.

The mere sight of Teresa and Margaret irked me so much that I didn't want to go downstairs. Before I returned to my room, I said, "You better get rid of those two women, or I'm out."

Before I could even step through the door, Margaret came rushing up. “Bry, you've got to see this that Jane..."

Her words cut off abruptly as her gaze landed on me.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

I didn't want to see Margaret, but since she mentioned me, I faced her, "What about me? Surprisingly, you're so concerned about me now."

"Why are you here? You have some nerve. After the divorce, you are still hanging around the Ferguson Mansion..."

She tried to hide it, but her tone mixed with jealousy and annoyance.

"Margaret!" Bryant snapped, his face like ice, "I don't want to remind you a third time. Jane's still my wife."

I spoke calmly, "We're still missing a divorce certificate. By all accounts, I belong here more than you do. Since you're calling me shameless, what does that make you? Shameless and skinless?"

"Sharp-tongued!" Margaret glared at me, huffing, "Whether it's Bry or Albert, they're the real Fergusons, closest to me! What am I, then?"

Thinking back to what I saw the day before at the hotel, my stomach churned. "I'm not so sure if you and Bry are close. But Albert and you must be pretty close."

At the hotel the day before, they were probably less than an arm's length apart. How could they not be close? My words were both a jab and a probe. Perhaps feeling guilty, Margaret's face flashed with panic, and she quickly covered it up with anger. "Jane, what do you mean? Are you insinuating something between me and Albert? How could your thoughts be so vile!" Initially, I only had a vague inkling about Margaret and Albert's relationship. But that moment, she provided the missing clarity, making it obvious. But then, I wouldn't act without solid evidence.

I frowned briefly and smiled., "What are you talking about? What's vile? Albert adores you, his stepdaughter. What's wrong with saying that?"

Margaret's face turned even redder with anger, but she couldn't find the words to respond. Bryant, looking thoroughly irritated, stepped between us. "Enough. Both of you."

He turned to Margaret, his expression cold. "If you have something to show us, then show us. Otherwise, leave."

Margaret huffed but handed over a set of documents and photos. "These were delivered to me anonymously. You should see this, Bry."

Bryant took the envelope and began to examine the contents. His frown deepened as he flipped through the photos and papers. He handed them to me without a word, his face a mixture of anger and confusion.

I took the documents and saw photos of myself entering and leaving the hotel, alongside a man who was clearly Mark. The timestamps on the photos matched the dates of my business trip. There were also receipts for room service, all charged to Mark's name.

I looked up at Bryant, my heart sinking. "Bryant, this isn't what it looks like. I swear, I didn't do anything wrong. Mark was just helping me because I was drunk and needed hangover medicine."

Bryant's eyes were hard, but there was a flicker of uncertainty. "Then why didn't you tell me about this before?"

"I didn't think it was important. Nothing happened. It was just a brief moment, and I didn't even realize Mark was the one who brought the medicine until now."

Margaret smirked. "A likely story. The photos don't lie, Jane. Admit it, you're guilty."

"Enough!" Bryant's voice was sharp, cutting through the tension. He looked at me, his expression softening slightly. "Jane, I want to believe you. But these photos... they're hard to ignore."

I stepped closer to him, pleading with my eyes. "Bryant, please. You know me. You know I wouldn't do this to you. Let's find out who sent these photos and why. Someone is trying to tear us apart."

Bryant sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. We'll investigate. But if I find out you're lying..."

"I'm not," I promised. "We'll get to the bottom of this together."

Margaret's expression turned sour, but Teresa remained calm, though her eyes betrayed a hint of triumph. This was far from over, but I was determined to clear my name and protect my marriage. Together, Bryant and I would face whatever challenges came our way.