I tried calling Greg's number again, but no matter how many times I dialed, the line wouldn't go through. It seemed like he had intentionally shut off his phone right after sending that text just to block me from reaching him. All I got was the automated operator's sterile, repetitive recording.
Yet another burning question was added to the chaos in my mind. If Greg wasn't the father of Michelle's baby... then who was?
If this was just some twisted attempt on his part to drag her name through the mud, his cheap trick wasn't going to work on me. Why would I believe a word he said?
The nerve of that man! He was the one who vanished into thin air with his mistress, and now he had the audacity to throw wild accusations at his pregnant ex? Absolute trash.
I let out a heavy sigh as I walked
