Chapter 10 - Walter Demands The Real Father's Name
Walter Reynolds stood up slowly from his chair, his hands resting heavily on the polished wood of the consultation table.
His face was dark with an intense, terrifying rage that made his blood vessels pop along his temples.
“Who is he?” Walter asked, his voice low, guttural, and vibrating with pure hatred as he glared at Naomi.
“Tell me who the father is, Naomi, before I destroy your entire professional career in this city.”
Naomi kept her face buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking violently as she wept.
Her attorney stepped forward, holding out his hand to stop Walter from leaning across the table.
“Mr. Reynolds, my client is under no legal obligation to name the father to you or your family,” the attorney stated firmly.
“She is leaving the state today, and we suggest your son handle his personal matters privately.”
“I DEMAND A NAME!” Walter roared, slamming his palm down against the table so hard the water glasses jumped.
Naomi slowly lifted her head, her face red, blotchy, and filled with a sudden, venomous spite.
If she was going down, she had no intention of keeping the Reynolds family’s secrets safe anymore.
“You want his name, Walter?” Naomi spat out, wiping her nose with a crumpled tissue.
“His name is Marcus Miller.”
“The senior Vice President at Miller Logistics—your company’s chief corporate competitor.”
“I’ve been seeing him for six months because Victor was too much of a cowardly mama’s boy to actually leave his wife!”
Miriam gasped, clutching her chest as if she had been shot through the heart with a lead bullet.
Samantha covered her mouth, taking a step back toward the door as the complete disgrace of the situation crushed them.
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