Chapter 2 - Bianca Tries To Lie Her Way Out Of Danger
Bianca’s breath hitched in her throat as the terrifying reality of the situation crashed over her pristine manicured world.
She took a slow, trembling step backward, her expensive designer heels clicking sharply against the polished marble patio tiles.
“Julian... you’re supposed to be in Chicago until tomorrow evening,” she stammered, her voice losing every ounce of its former venom.
“Clearly,” I replied, my voice dropping into a cold, lethal register that made her flinch visibly.
I didn't blink as I stared at the woman I had shared a bed with for three years, realizing I never truly knew her at all.
“Julian, listen to me, it’s not what it looks like,” Bianca pleaded, her hands flying up in a frantic, defensive gesture.
“I saw what you were doing, Bianca,” I said, stepping closer while keeping my eyes locked on her wide, panic-stricken pupils. “I heard every single word.”
She looked toward the deep end of the pool where my mother was still coughing and gripping the edge with shaking hands.
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“Your mother... she slipped, Julian! I was trying to pull her up!” Bianca lied instantly, tears springing to her eyes with theatrical speed.
“Don't you dare lie to my face,” I snapped, pointing a finger at her. “I heard you tell her nobody would believe her.”
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