âIâm sorry, but I donât think we have anything to talk about.
â
Brian reached for her arm again as he looked at her cold expression.
âRosalynn, I understand your grief over Barlowâs death, and I know why you were at that abandoned building last night.
Iâm sorry for jumping to conclusions about your relationship with Barlow.
Itâs not that I doubted you.
Itâs justââ
âEnough.
You donât need to explain.
Whatever you think doesnât concern me.
â
Rosalynn cut Brian off and shook off his hand once more.
She raised her chin and looked at his handsome face.
âSince we have already divorced, we no longer share any personal ties.
Please keep our conversations strictly related to work.
I donât have the time or inclination to engage with my ex-husband on a personal level.
â
With that declaration, she passed the entrance to Haleighâs apartment and headed for the elevator.
Watching her slim figure disappear into the elevator, Brianâs brow furrowed even deeper.
What did she just say?
They were divorced?
When did that happen?
A troubling thought darted through Brianâs mind, causing a flicker of unease to cross his face.
âs BunnyBookery
Could she have seen the fake divorce certificate?
Brian pulled out his phone, eager to check his call history, but to his dismay, he couldnât find any records of calls or messages between him and Rosalynn.
He narrowed his eyes, deep in thought.
After a moment of contemplation, he decided to call Deanna.
A few days back, at Bradâs place, his phone had been in Deannaâs possession for a while.
Could Deanna have sent that fake divorce certificate to Rosalynn?
The phone rang several times before Deanna finally answered.
Her sleepy voice came through the phone.
âBrian?â
âDid I wake you up, Deanna?â
Brian knew it was likely nighttime where she was, and Deanna was probably sound asleep.