Chapter 284
What was that supposed to mean?
Was Bonita just trying to stir up trouble between her and Latham?
When Dorothea got home, the house felt quiet. Latham wasn’t back yet.
“Dorothea, dinner’s ready,” Linda called from the kitchen.
“Thanks, Linda p>
Pauline had already eaten at five, so Dorothea sat down at the table by herself. The loneliness only lasted a few minutes before she heard the front door open.
“Hey, I’m home,” Latham said, his voice warm.
“Mhm.” Her reply was soft, almost distracted. She wanted to ask about Beatty but couldn’t find the right words. Latham never really had any close female friends. But Beatty had been his physical therapist, and they’d spent four years together overseas. The thought made something twist in her chest.
“Was your rehab overseas… was it hard?” The question slipped out before she could stop herself.
Latham looked at her, his eyes a shade darker than before. “It was fine. Why ask all of a sudden p>
“I guess I’m just curious. I want to know more about your past. Will you tell me about that time?” She looked up at him, hoping he’d open up, but he just avoided her gaze.
“There’s not much to say. Lots of boring rehab. I guess I got lucky. If I hadn’t worked hard, I’d probably be in a wheelchair now p>
He brushed it off so easily. Dorothea felt a wave of disappointment. She’d already been someone’s stand-in once. She couldn’t go through that again, could she?
Latham didn’t seem to notice anything was wrong. That night, when he went to bed, the master bedroom was empty.
He found her curled up in the guest room. “Why are you here p>
Dorothea nudged him out. “You snore. I couldn’t sleep. I’m in the guest room tonight p>
“Since when do I snore p>
“I’m tired, Latham. I want to sleep p>
She shut the door with a loud thud, almost hitting his nose. Latham considered
finding the spare key, but Linda told him Dorothea had already taken it into the guest
room.
So unless he wanted to break the door down, he was out of luck.
He texted her.
Baby, are you mad at me? Did I do something?
Babe?
You asleep?
He sent ten messages. Not a single reply.
Latham lay in bed, staring at the ceiling Sleep was impossible. He scrolled through his contact
he landed on Wade’s name met
.net>
Come out for drinks, he typed.
Nope, Wade shot back. You’ve got a wife. Why drag me out?
Come on, you afraid my happiness will blind you?
Wade replied with a laugh. Get over yourself. Be honest, is your wife sick of you already?
Otherwise, why would Latham be begging for company tonight?
Bullshit. My wife? Sick of me? Latham’s fingers flew across the screen, teeth gritted.
Wade sent a smirking emoji. Hey,
look in the mirror. If it wasn’t for
Dorothea, nobody would put net
you.
Latham stared at the screen, speechless.
Wade hung up first, not interested in more banter.
Latham glared at his phone. “Wade, I hope you stay at the bottom forever p>
Somewhere across town, Wade sneezed out of nowhere.
Three days later, Mamie finally got the test results. She flipped straight to the last page. The number stared back at her 99.99% anship. Her hands shook as she realized t was true. Garth really was her son.