“Lola, please talk to me,” Shane pleaded when Lola kept shaking her head at her oversight. She would kick herself very hard if she could.
“Lola. Babe,” Shane continued to plead with her.
“I am trying to get the timeline on when you f****d that w***e,” she spat out with her fists clenched. She would break Fiona’s neck if she was not already dead and buried.
Shane chuckled, finally understanding the change in his wife. Lola had no problems at all with him pretending to be with Fiona until the day she stopped coming to give him his medication. He had assumed that it was pregnancy hormones that made her emotional but he could not explain the way she reacted after the miscarriage.
“Let me guess, Fiona sent you the video of us together taken years back. That’s why you suddenly wanted to div
