165.Chapter 165
Teresa informed Denny that she had missed Jonathan’s call because her phone had been off and charging. He suggested she keep it on at all times, otherwise, with Jonathan acting like that, people might think she was marrying someone else
“I could hear it in his voice the man sounded like he was on the edger Benny added, “I texted him to let him know you’re a Luviston Estates. You should probably head there first. Miriam and I will meet you shortly
Taking his suggestion, Teresa decided to go ahead on her own
As she stepped outside, rain began to fall softly. Teresa stood beneath the eaves of a nearby building, watching the rain. with quiet contemplation. She tried calling Jonathan, but the call didn’t connect–he was likely still on his flight
As the drizzle weaved a delicate rhythm against the world, Teresa’s phone buzzed. It was Benny again, informing her that Jonathan’s IP address had switched to Nareigh. He had responded with just a period, probably too busy to talk
“I’m already in Luviston Estates Teresa replied.
“Okay” Benny said. “Til track down Miriam, and we’ll see you soon
Shortly after the call ended, a sudden squeal of brakes echoed behind Teresa. She turned to see a sleek Rolls–Royce pulling to a sharp stop. From the car emerged a man dressed in a tailored suit, looking a bit travel worn
His shoulders were damp from the rain. Droplets clung to his hair and slid down the sharp lines of his face, tracing the
curve of his nose.
It was Jonathan. His eyes burned with a mixture of fury and hurt as he strode toward her. He grabbed her wrist, his grip firm and demanding. “What’s with the message? Who were you showering with? Who were you with?”
“Ouch!” Teresa exclaimed, frowning. “Let go! It was my sister who sent that message–my real sister
Jonathan released her wrist but immediately placed his hands on her shoulders, his gaze drilling into hers. “I got on the first flight out of Saintnam because of that message!”
“I took over from the driver, sped over 75 miles per hour, ran three red lights, and racked up enough fines to lose my licens -all because of that message! And now you’re telling me it was your sister?” Jonathan pressed.
He continued, his anger unabated, “Teresa, do you think I’m stupid? You’re an only child! Your mom just had your baby sister, but she’s barely a year old, is she not?”
“I really do have an older sister,” Teresa protested. “–”
Before Teresa could finish speaking, Jonathan interrupted, his tone sharp with disbelief, “You might as well tell me Mike sent it; I’d buy that more easily.
He continued, “I can stomach the idea of you moving on after our divorce, but sleeping with me on January 4th and someone else before the month’s even up? Do you think I’m a fool? If you don’t explain yourself clearly today, I swear, I’m not letting this go.”
Jonathan, are you done?” Teresa asked, her voice strained with exasperation. “You’re not letting me explain! Just stop for a moment and let me talk!”
Jonathan hesitated, his jaw tightening as he tried to rein in his temper. He stood there, lips pressed into a thin line, but said nothing.
Teresa drew a steadying breath. “My sister’s name is Hannah. She’s my biological sister. She went missing when I was three, and for years, we all thought she was dead.”
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