Their issues!

A faint frown etched on her face, Rosalynn held her silence.

Was he determined to get to the heart of the matter?

What if she held her ground, refusing to reveal the truth?

In a few days, they could proceed with the divorce proceedings. Would that mark the end of their marriage?

The car sped along, eventually pulling up at Beauty Apartments.

Exiting the car, they took the elevator up to their floor.

Brian unlocked the entrance to his apartment and stepped inside.

Without a word, Rosalynn followed.

“Begin.”

Tossing the car keys onto a table, Brian unfastened a couple of buttons on his shirt, his voice icy.

Casting her gaze on his tall frame, Rosalynn finally spoke.

"What would you have me say? I've already informed you that nothing transpired between Barlow and me."

Brian's gaze bore into her, a storm brewing in his eyes.

“Nothing? Rosalynn, are you trying to make a fool out of me?"

Her lips formed a thin line as Rosalynn retorted, "Brian, what about your relationship with Selina? Weren't you two living together in Folkava? You were miles away from me. Am I not entitled to suspect that you and Selina were together in Folkava?"

The retort caught Brian off guard, causing him to snap back, "Rosalynn. you question my relationship with Selina? We have a shared history spanning two decades. We're longstanding friends. How can you equate that with your situation?"

Why was he erecting such a distinct barrier between them?

It filled her with a sense of unease.

Rosalynn glanced his way.

“Does it make a difference? When sparks fly between a man and woman, doesn't rekindling a friendship spanning over two decades make it even more plausible?"

"Enough!"