Jenna’s side kept showing “typing…” but I never got a response.
So I turned off my phone and got up to go to the hospital.
I’d prepared for everything.
But the doctor told me I was too far along for a regr abortion-I’d need to inducebor.
The fetus was healthy.
Labor induction required a family member’s signature.
Looking at that flimsy consent form, I begged repeatedly.
But no matter what, the doctor wouldn’t agree.
Without the signed form, I’d have to wait until after the divorce and bring the divorce papers…
But the cooling-off period was a whole month.
The longer I waited, the more damage to my body.
I had no choice.
Finally, I could only clutch that form and leave the hospital.
Just when I was feeling stuck, Jenna sent a selfie.
The mall’s ss reflection showed her in a low-cut top and bodycon skirt.
Thendmark in the background made it obvious where she was.
Jenna was near Den’s office right now.
I didn’t hesitate.
I immediately called a cab to go there.
On the way, I contacted ten local social media influencers.
This kind of juicy drama shouldn’t be enjoyed by just me alone.
Unfortunately, only five of the ten influencers were avable on short notice.
But one of them had a million followers.
That would be enough to make them inte famous. <fn7408> Read full story at Find~Novel</fn7408>
Den usually just napped at the office during lunch.
But since Jenna coulde over, they must have made ns.
Lunch break was only two hours, so they wouldn’t go far-definitely a nearby hotel.
I got out of the cab and waited downstairs for Den to get off work.
Meanwhile, in front of the influencers, I called Marcus.
He was defensive at first:
“Why are you calling me?”
“Don’t tell me you’re just calling to trash-talk Jenna. I know you don’t like her, but she’s never done anything to hurt you. She’s just got a certain
personality…”
Hearing his dull voice, I interrupted impatiently:
“When you had dinner at her cest night, what time did Den leave?”
Marcus paused, then gave an embarrassedugh:
“Jenna kept pouring me drinks and I drank too fast. I got wasted before the end…”
“It was only around ten, but before I passed out, Dec said he was leaving soon to give us space.”
His voice was earnest as he chuckled:
“But I got way too drunk and wasted Dec’s good intentions.”
My expression turned cold.
Because I clearly remembered Dening home close to dawnst night.
Thinking about everything that happened next door, I felt physically sick.
Marcus and Den had been college roommates for nearly ten years.
And this was how he and Jenna were screwing over his so-called good buddy!
On the other end, Marcus was still asking, “What’s wrong?”
The words were on the tip of my tongue.
But thinking of his honest nature, I swallowed them:
“Nothing, just wondering.”
“By the way, are you two really getting married next month?”
“Yeah,” Marcus answered:
“I don’t have any family, and Jenna’s situation is what it is. Plus we’re both getting older-we don’t want to wait anymore.”
I made a couple of “mm-hmm” sounds and quickly hung up.
If that was the case, what was Jenna’s goal in provoking me?