Page 106 of Brassy Bigwig

“That lying son of a bitch.”

“Chloe, what’s happening?” she screams.

“D told me he had a dinner with his guy last night. You know, the one you told me about when all this shit started happening?”

“Yeah?”

“Look at these pictures. Look at the date and time in the corner. These were taken last night. This one here at nine-o-two. Again at nine-o-seven. Nine-fifteen.”

The photos shock even Shelby silent for a moment.

“Maybe there is a perfectly good explanation.”

“I hope so because I’m so upset I’m ready to move all of my shit out of here today.”

“Okay, but before you go doing all of that, why don’t you talk to him?”

I hop up from the sofa and storm into the bedroom as Shelby calls out from behind me.

“Where are you going?” she asks.

“I’m getting dressed and going into the office. I want answers, and I’m not waiting until he gets home from work to get them.

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