Julia
After our intense argument, Ryan walked out of the house without another word, and soon after, I heard the roar of his car engine as he drove out of the property.
I heaved a deep sigh, running my fingers through my hair as I walked towards the sofa in the living room before plopping down on it haphazardly. Leaning my head back against the plush headrest, I shut my eyes tightly as I reminisced back on the expression on Ryan's face when I confronted him.
He seemed appalled, or dare I say hurt, by the idea that I believed every word Kathryn said to me, but I didn't know what to believe anymore, not when it seemed there was so much he was keeping from me.
If Ryan insisted that the child wasn't his, then there was only one thing to do. I had to make my findings and investigate the mat
