Don't Call Me Back, Ex-husband!

orror as she gazed at Dean,

doing here?" she exclai

she accused, "Dea

touch Fred's body,

, storming off without answering her frantic questions. They

*

ANY'

epped out of the car and slammed the door

tility, a palpable t

any?" Dean inquired

. "What do you mean by tha

God knows how he got to you! "

ead. What if he's dead? I don't want to go to j

hat you're saying is that I

I didn't ask you to. You ought to be in yo

silence. It was Chantel. Shit! she had

a few minutes. I'm sorry; I got

doesn't want to go with a stranger;

.what ...

r, the screen cracking. Tears streamed down her face, and s

*

AY

n her son's grave – she hadn't made a decision. Truth be told, he was like a

f disappearance from his life. Could that be so? She was his mother, she nur

cancel the meeting between them, so she had to cancel it. To make up for th

air cascading down like a princess,

l's company, summoning all the

mpany and saw cameras r

ushed past her, their cameras tangling with her hair, u

after, Chantel held her by the arm an

" Bethany asked,

other employees without answering her qu

you?" Bethany asked with

ead serious, with wor

g here?" Chantel yelled, sh

er hands. "You damn know why I'm here? Do

replied, putting he

ook her head in disdain. "You d

to let us come to New York. He didn't want to come becaus

I'm just here to get my son. Is that too much

h a sly smile on her lips and replied

if I have his son? He had sex with me..." Before she could f

h!" Chantel's voice

uin my guest appearance on a famous TV show. You're bad news, so g

l never leave until you give me my son!" Beth

own Bethany's spine as she rep

or quickly, with Bethany running behind he

led, banging on the door multiple

e of calling someone, but

est full of trees. No one she could

ny remained trapped in the r

ishment, Fred emerged, a small bandage on his fo

ed in fear as she hu

imed, his voice la

t!" Bethany shouted,

died from that little hit on the head? You possibly can't think that,

in, his hands trapping her against the table. Despite her fear, Bethan

e me!" she declare

th intensity. "Shut up! Who hit me on the head? W

ned innocence. "I have no idea!

ging into her skin. "Tell me now, or face the con

e, Bethany sp

..I wo

o the office, their cameras flashing as t

dripping with malice. "This is