Zander
Chris checked the glass on her nightstand for prints too, before he moved to the bathroom. While he is rummaging around, I see something sticking out under the bed. I went over and took it out. It seems to be packaging for medication. I read the label and took out my phone and typed the name into my search engine. What the actual f**k?
“Chris, you need to see this,” I said, and he came over. He looks at the package and then at the information on my screen. “Who could she have had unprotected s*x with?” he asks, and I rolled my eyes. “No dummy, they had the IVF treatment done yesterday. But why would she take the morning after pill? I thought she already signed the contract with Vance and Mark,” I said.
“Maybe it's all part of her plan. She could be milking the situation.” “Maybe,
