I had just finished a hearty meal, setting aside my fork. “So, you agreed to


    meet Steven?”


    Christine said, “Yeah, I did.”


    Christine and I were clearing up the pizza boxes together. “He acted like a


    child the other day and refused to listen to a word I said. And there’s stuff that


    just doesn’te across right over the phone, so we might as well meet one


    last time to end it.”


    I nodded in agreement. “I’ve got your back.”


    Christine asked, “Will youe with me then?”


    “Yeah, of course,” I chuckled, teasing her, “What if I don’t go, and he decides


    to take you away to the middle of nowhere?”


    The ce they’d chosen was that same exclusive club.


    Christine led the way leisurely, and when we reached the private room, I


    paused, “Go ahead. It’ll be hard for you guys to talk if I’m there. Just text me if


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    “Okay.” With a nod, Christine pushed the door open and went in.


    I stayed outside, watching the staff bustling by with trays of snacks and


    drinks, feeling out of ce. I decided to wander off to the rooftop garden


    nearby.


    Winter had set in, making the nights in RiverCity damp and cold.


    Yet, the club had spared no expense in their rooftop garden, creating a


    luxurious and beautiful escape. Amidst the artificial mountains andkes, rare


    nts thrived, creating an oasis of spring amid autumn and winter.


    As I neared the faux mountain, a familiar voice overwhelmed the sound of


    flowing water.


    It was muffled, but curiosity drew me closer, and then I heard Bryant’s voice,


    sharp and cold, “You set up the thing with Dorothy, didn’t you?”


    I froze. Who was Bryant talking to? Were they talking about Dorothy wanting


    to marry Bryant?


    And soon, another voice provided the answer.


    It held a cold smoothness, replying lightly, “Mr. Ferguson, usations without


    proof.”


    “It was you. Bryant scoffed, “Only Jane would be naive enough to be manipted by you. Mark, I’m warning you. Stay away from Jane. She’s too pure-hearted for your games.”


    “I’m not interested in your concerns.” Mark’sugh was chilly but stern, “My


    intentions toward her have always been genuine. Unlike you, hurting her time


    and again.”


    “Pity.” Bryant’s voice was calm, his smile evident, “No matter how genuine


    you im to be, she’s still my wife, Bryant’s wife.”


    Mark scoffed, “Think that’ll hold her forever?”


    “Getting desperate?” Bryant’sughter was light.