Chapter 525

Byron:

Sitting next to Madeline, the woman I respected more than anyone in my life, felt wholesome and strange at the same time.

She was stressed over people who were not even directly related to her. I could understand her feeling bad for Ron, but Yuvonne had hurt her badly in the past. Yet here she was, innocent Madeline, feeling sorry for her and wanting to fix everything.

That was how Madeline was. How could anyone not like her?

But then there was everything going on with Yuvonne and Graham. I had a bad feeling that what Graham could not achieve with Madeline was the same thing he had managed to achieve with Yuvonne.

“Okay, I have a crazy thought. Just entertain me for a moment.”

I paused. There was nothing exciting about it. I had done despicable things in my life, but to blackmail a woman or use women in my personal wars and fights was something I had never done.

Any woman who came to sleep with me came on her own. I never approached them. They wanted it, and I gave it to them. But to use them for games, that was the lowest of the low.

And I was empathizing with Yuvonne more than I expected.

Madeline gave me her full attention when I said that.

“So basically, Graham had some data, some recordings that he could use against Yuvonne, right?” I began.

Madeline stared at me in silence, blinking softly.

“Then suddenly, the two hook up. He goes to her and claims he has removed the recordings and will not pursue them. Then she finds out she is pregnant and tries to end her life. The timeline does not add up. He was visiting her even before that. “Why?” I paused.

“If it was just about cheating, why was Yuvonne talking about him on the recordings like she hated him? That cannot be the reason she was sleeping with him.”

As I continued explaining, Madeline raised her finger, trying to add something.

“It was just one video that was shown to Ron, where she was on her knees and you can imagine she was giving him a blowjob.”

Madeline mouthed the last word, trying to censor it.

“Okay, but let us entertain my theory for a moment,” I continued.

“What if, when he was going in and out of her place, he bugged it? Then he came back and showed her the recordings. He threatened to leak them get her arrested, all of that. Maybe around the same time, she found out ut she was pregnant.

cannot be sure.” I took a deep breath to catch my breath.

“And he forced her to give him some kind of favor. After that, when he returned and told her he was not going to delete the videos, maybe that was when she tried to end her life, because she went through all that torture for nothing.”

As I stopped talking, I watched Madeline’s eyes widen, as if she fully believed the scenario.

“That could be. I mean, I can expect that from Graham. I remember when I was at their mercy, they used all sorts of things against me to make me submit to them,” Madeline explained, her fingers curling into a tight knot showing how angry she was at the thought of Graham doing that to Yuvonne.

“Anyway, we have to go and meet Sherry. I would like you to come with me,” Madeline said, straightening her posture in her seat.

It seemed as if me agreeing, and saying all that, had given her hope. She was probably too scared to defend her because of the allegations of being biased.

But now that I had shown I also suspected foul play, she looked more at ease,

though still angry with Graham.

And to be honest, I genuinely

thought my theory was right. When Madeline told me that Yuvonne had

Ron,

confessed to cheating bad

not sounded like pure guilt had sounded like shame and hurt, along with guilt. That alone was a hint.

We drove straight to the cafe where Sherry was supposed to meet us.

We had just sat down and ordered sandwiches and coffee when Sherry walked in. She had a look on her face that did not seem like someone who wanted to help.

She came and sat with us, a strange, tired expression on her face.

“Sherry, how are you?” Madeline asked.

Sherry rolled her eyes. She was dressed in branded clothes, clearly trying to show

off.

If she was trying to look better than Madeline, she had picked the wrong person to compete with. There was nothing she could do to outshine her.

Madeline was not just beautiful. She had brains, respect, dignity, and loyalty.

I had to silence myself because I was once again going on about how perfect she was, which was my favorite habit.

“I am great. Why did you guys call me? I had important things to do,” Sherry said arrogantly, folding her arms over her chest.

The way she placed her purse, the way she unzipped it, then pulled out her phone and set it on the table with the screen down, immediately put me on high alert.