In the deafening silence, Iris took in Cathy’s reaction. From the movement of the woman’s raging blue eyes, reddened cheeks, and flaring nostrils to the fidgeting of hands, she witnessed them all. The wh0re was a picture of pure guilt, and her long moment of reluctance was enough to answer the question that had plagued their minds.
Cathy’s claim of being pregnant with Hunter’s child was a sham.
As for the motives, even a dimwit would be able to narrow it down to two things – money and status. Catherine Miller was just another skank out to ruin other people’s families.
“So, what do you say, Catherine? Are you willing to do a paternity test?” Iris probed. She was already on her feet as she stared down at her muted visitor. Although her interest in provoking Cathy had been significantly re
